#spaceship kin

[citizenoftmrrwlnd]

stimboard for : a spaceship ai kin with space themes, computer stuff, and the colour red without gifs that include human hands requested by a system member for their system's host

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[asalesbian]

"Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no. Not again."

for @killjoysmonth prompt 'mirrors'

[trolley-treat-kins]

Basics!:

✮┆Name: Juniper or Holly (Jun is ok too!)

✮┆Age: 19

✮┆Pronouns: Winter/Winters/Winterself, Yule/Yules/Yuleself

✮┆About: Trolley Treat Kins is a blog for kins, headmates, fictives, etc from disney related sources and media! This is not a roleplay blog and I will not accept rp related requests!

Kins!:

✮┆Elsa (primarily Frozen 2 but Frozen 1 too)

✮┆Rapunzel (the series) fictionhearted

✮┆Citizen of Tomorrowland

✮┆Questioning more

DNI!:

✮┆Basic DNI

✮┆Proshippers

✮┆System discourse

✮┆RP and/or KFF

✮┆Pro Israel

✮┆Pro cringe culture

✮┆Anti kin/alterhuman

Whitelist!:

Of course I accept all requests disney but this is what I am most familiar with

✮┆Disney parks kins/place kins

✮┆Disney movies, shows, shorts

✮┆Twisted Wonderland

✮┆Disney: Dreamlight Valley

Rules!:

✮┆Please provide a translation if you are using a color or are using a font in requests

✮┆No typing quirks

✮┆Feel free to claim an anon tag, I use them when tagging

✮┆You’re always welcome to check in an a request but please be patient and don’t rush, I do have a life outside of this blog

✮┆Requests are limited to two per user but please don’t send them in separately

The menu!:

Fashion and self care kits have limited slots open. Kinfessions, canon calls, and promos always open!

✮┆Aurora’s cake: Moodboard

✮┆Beignets: Collage board (with or without the border, with or without symbols)

✮┆Spaceship cupcakes: Pronoun and name suggestions (can be requested separately)

✮┆Wonderland cookies: Fashion kits (0/1)

✮┆Mickey caramel apple: Self care kits (0/1)

✮┆Pawpsicle: Kinfession

✮┆Minnie’s gingerbread cookies: Canon call

✮┆Yule log: Promo

✮┆Gourmet grubs: Icons

Tags!:

✮┆Aurora’s cake! | Moodboard

✮┆Beignets! | Collage

✮┆Spaceship cupcakes! | Pronoun and names

✮┆Wonderland cookies! | Fashion

✮┆Mickey caramel apple! | Self care

✮┆Pawpsicle! | Kinfession

✮┆Minnie’s gingerbread cookies! | Call

✮┆Yule log! | Promo

✮┆Gourmet grubs! | Icons

✮┆Order up! -finished requests

✮┆Order taken! -requests in progress

✮┆The Fifth Spirit❄️! -text posts

Credits!:

✮┆Icon: @/callieskinhelp

✮┆Header: Frozen 2 visual development by Annette Marnat

[motoroil-recs]

[X / X / X] [X / 🏎️ / X] [X / X / X]

A stimboard for Dib Membrane [Invader Zim] with imagery of space, cryptozoology, and webcore in grey and blue.

[attackradish]

Second Kin Moment

In which for a solid half hour after I woke up, I continued to believe I was General Han Solo and that I’d ordered some ships to launch too early. I was worrying if they actually were too early and I had to go fix that or if I’d misunderstood the situation twice and had ordered them correctly through coincidence.

[jrswritings]

Tingles and Giggles - Chapter Four - Tyler Owens x Reader

Get caught up with Chapter One, Chapter Two, and Chapter Three! Masterlist :)

Chapter Four - Out Wrangled

Tyler had paid for breakfast, leaving a generous tip for the gals who both gave you smiles and winks as they watched him open the door for you. 

“Are you ready to experience not Youtube star Tyler, darlin?” He asked, walking over to the passenger side of his truck. 

“And there’s going to be no crazy schemes or secret live streams to embarrass me?” You asked, leaning against the truck. 

“Promise,” he said, opening the door for you. 

You squinted your eyes at him, unsure if he was being serious or not. You got inside the truck, gently placing the flowers in the backseat so they didn’t get crushed. Tyler shut your door and walked around to the driver’s side and slid into his seat. Being inside the famous red truck made you feel like you were in some sort of spaceship with how many buttons and switches there were. Some of the labels in Boone’s handwriting made you giggle, ‘color booms’ and ‘stay putters’ were the best two of the bunch. 

“Admiring Boone’s handy work?” He asked, putting his seatbelt on and putting the key in the ignition. 

“I don’t know if handy work is the right word,” you laughed, “Maybe lack of English skills, but I’ll let it slide.” 

“Yeah, he ain’t the brightest bulb when it comes to that, but he’s great with a camera,” Tyler laughed, turning the key and the truck firing up. 

“I’m glad your music isn’t as loud as this morning,” you teased, putting your seatbelt and sunglasses on. 

“I thought no one saw,” he groaned, putting his forehead on the steering wheel. 

You laughed, “If I count as no one, then yes. No one saw.” 

“Ugh,” he groaned, leaning back and putting his cowboy hat in the middle of the dash, “No, you’re not a no one. But I was really hoping I went unnoticed.” 

“You? Unnoticed? Ha!” You said, putting your phone in the cup holder and squeezing your purse under the armrest. 

“What’s that supposed to mean, sweetheart?” He asked, looking over at you over his sunglasses. 

“You’re basically a star in all of Tornado Alley, Owens,” you stated, looking back at him, “You could walk into a Walmart and be surrounded by people, even if they didn’t like you, they would flock to you.” 

He smirked, “Can’t help people enjoy watching what I do, but they’ll never enjoy it as much as me.” 

“It’ll be a hell of a way to go,” you said, crossing your legs and looking out the window, “Headlines stating Tornado Alley’s biggest Tornado Wrangler got out wrangled in his last tornadeo!” 

“Ouch,” he said, putting the truck in reverse and heading west of town. 

“You’ll be fine,” you said, rolling the window down. 

“You better hope so, otherwise you get to drive back,” he said, “And it’s a two-hour drive to where we’re going.” 

“Which is where? Do I need to inform my next of kin where they’ll find my body?” You joked, glancing over at him. 

“What?” He laughed, “You will be fine, I’ll keep you safe like my life depends on it.” 

“Good, because it does,” you said, looking over your sunglasses to watch his eyebrows go up, “My team is pretty protective of me.” 

He swallowed hard, “I know…” 

“Why don’t we listen to the radio?” you asked, turning the dial to hear the start of  The Dixie Chicks singing ‘Cowboy Take Me Away.’ 

This is where you had to decide how comfortable you were going to be with Tyler as this was the song you sang that won you the high school talent show. As you were debating on it, you noticed Tyler tapping the steering wheel along to the drums, at least you knew his taste in music was the same as yours.

As if it was planned, you both started to hum along softly before it got to the chorus. 

“Oh, it sounds good to me,” you sang softly, grabbing his hat and placing it on your head, “I said, cowboy, take me away.” 

Tyler glanced over at you, a smile coming to his face as he heard you sing. He’s heard a lot of great artists over his years of listening to music and seeing live performances, but none compared to the melody coming out of you. On top of that, putting his hat on while being in his truck? He fell even more head over heels for you, knowing deep down he was to do everything in his power to spend his life with you. 

“I wanna look at the horizon, and not see a building standing tall,” you sang softly, adjusting in your seat to put your boots on the dash, “I wanna be the only one for miles and miles, except for maybe you and your simple smile.” 

As he drove he pictured just that, the idea of having a little slice of Heaven with you sounded so peaceful. All too soon the song ended and moved onto one he could sing along to, even though he knew you could too. 

“Little place is a little bit understated, yeah, the O.J. 's always concentrated,” he sang, rolling his window down, “The AC’s broke so we gotta sleep naked, it’s a good day for livin’.” 

“Since when can this cowboy sing?” You asked, looking over at him while swaying your feet to the beat of Joe Nichols’ ‘Good Day for Living.’ 

“Since I was little, how about you Miss American Idol?” He asked, “You’d be America’s next big star, bigger than Lainey Wilson.” 

“Haha, I’ve tried back home,” you said, playing with the hem of your shirt, “Didn’t get me very far so I came up here and started storm chasing.” 

“Have you ever thought about going to Nashville?” He asked, knowing he would hate if you left, but he wanted you to live your dreams. 

“No, if I did grow into anything, I wanted to do it organically. Not the cookie-cutter molds that usually come out of Nashville,” you scoffed slightly. 

“Oh, you seem like you’ve had a bad experience with it?” He asked, his tone being hushed as he didn’t want to bring up any bad feelings. 

“I didn’t personally but one of my uncles tried and was told to do the opposite of what he was doing to become a star,” you said, “It is what it is, but I vowed I would never do it that way.” 

“Understandable, darlin’,” he said, leaning back into his seat and driving with his left hand. 

It was silent in the cab for about a half hour of the drive, just listening to music and feeling the warm breeze on your skin. You glanced over at the clock on the radio, it reading 10:26 am. You had been driving for an hour since leaving the diner, and you still had no idea where you were headed. You weren’t sure what all there was to do in Oklahoma besides chase storms or a rodeo. While you were thinking over all the things you could figure out to do in the state, your phone ringing pulled you from your thoughts.

Asher was calling you. As much as you appreciated him being a part of Storm Riders, he followed you around like a lost puppy and did everything you told him to do. If you told him to jump into the Grand Canyon, he would. 

You picked up your phone, answering “This is (Y/n).”

“(Y/N)! What am I supposed to do on a day off? I’ve already gone through the whole checklist you made for me when it’s a clear day, but now I’m stuck sitting in the van waiting,” he said, “Everyone went to the big town close by to go shopping and sightseeing.” 

“Why don’t you take the drone out and fly around the area, see if you can find some wildlife, and get some cool pictures of nature, Ash,” you said, bringing your hand to your forehead and rubbing circles gently. 

“Where are you even? Your truck is here, but you’re not. You weren’t even here when we all got up,” he said, you could hear the shuffling of papers and a door opening. 

“I went out with someone,” you stated plainly, “Go fly the drone, and if you get bored call Willow or Jade. I’m going to be unavailable for the rest of the day.” 

“O-Okay,” he said and hung up. 

You sighed, “I love that kid but he needs to grow more independent.” 

Tyler laughed, shaking his head, “Send him with us for a while and he’ll learn quick.” 

“Really?” You asked a little too quickly. 

“I’ll let Ben ride with you so he can get better shots of Ol Red here and the team shooting more fireworks into a ‘nado,” he said, smirking. 

“Only you, Tyler,” you laughed, leaning onto the armrest and laying your hand over the edge. 

Tyler glanced over and decided it was now or never. He took a deeper breath and grabbed your hand with his, giving it a soft squeeze. Why this caused you to jump, you’ll never know, but it did.

Want more? Here's Chapter Five!

[kthecritter]

Might I request a phone background?

Specifically something akin to planet/space/alienkin? I would like the theme to heavily revolve around planets (ex. Jupiter and Mars!) With orangey/red tones. Or spaceships!

I am also Vulcankin, so any themes of the culture is definitely welcome but not required (I did not see anything against fictional species kins but feel free to ignore this if it is a problem?)

I do not have any specific symbols I want but I am fine with the alterhuman symbol!

I have never requested anything like this before so I apologize if this is long winded!! I am not picky so honestly go wild, do what feels right.

here you go, I hope you enjoy! mars and jupiter may not be my favourite planets, but they’re still very nice :)

[snuffedcat]

Requested by anon! I lost the ask somehow?? But hopefully I remember it correctly.. “adult sapphic fem, hyper fixated on nature / space”? It was something along those lines! Thank you Anon for your request!! :D this is right up my valley, and hopefully it’s up to expectations.

︵ ₊ Name :: Nova , Nebula , Lyra , Solara , Juno , Mercury , Willow , Fern , Cedar , Ivy , Ember , abyss , altair , astra , comette , knox , stella , stardust , jupiter , skye , pluto , milkyway, verta, clover, honey, oak , cedar , river , fawn

︵ ₊ pronouns :: she/zir/em/faer/space/planet/universe/nebula/star/shine/heat/void/cosmo/nova/astro/supernova/glow/abyss/antenna/scurry/fossil/dino/alien/spaceships/ufo/moon/ring/🌍/🌙/🪐/👽/bug/beetle/moth/deer/faun/doe/wild/leave/rain/dawn/garden/florence/flora/grass/moss/nature

︵ ₊ terms :: prn who shines in the night, prn of stars, the cosmos, bathed in the glow, dancing through saturn's rings. the star gazer, shooting star, the orbiter, prn who comes from the woods, prn who sings with birds

︵ ₊ genders :: all of the following have feminine twist to them! Stariverusa, lumicattic, lavendercosmic, multivercous, universpacic, rainynightgender, stargrapegender, spacecatdoggender, moongender, starmarked, fidgetcubic, snowstarthing, swirllstaremojigender, lumigender, consentellunyx, nocturlance, earthic, stormcomifc, purplestaric, galaxic, bloomgirl, sungirl, sproutgender, stonerthing, stargirl, biolumistarric, vinegender, pillbuggender, froggender, leafdripsoundic, foremizzlen, goblincoric, genderuttumna, dandedappline, foreststaric, forestcoric, naturegender, plantgender, floragender, komorebian, floradeeric, forestgender, naturebodiment, mossgender, naturecomfic, dreamgender, rainsleepic, hangingstaric, shakergender, rainydream,

︵ ₊ Presentation :: fem presenting. Presents as adult, snail, and alien.

︵ ₊ cisIDs :: Snail, ADHD, writer, artist, painter, harmless, kind

︵ ₊ transIDs :: autismseverity (worse), fully non-human, wheelchair user, forearm crutches user, service dog, biology researcher, biology major, Asian, time traveler, astronaut, alien, minus weight, cryptic, cryptozoologist, historian, warmbodytemp, transsummer, leafshaped pupil, planet shaped pupil, childhood, drooling, college grad, DPD, Schizotypal

︵ ₊ otherIDs :: tris autism, permahydrated, permacozy, perma living in forest, permaharmless, permaunharmed, permaadult, permaessa, sapphic

︵ ₊ ageID :: perma27

︵ ₊ physical age :: 27

︵ ₊ age requirements :: treat as adult

︵ ₊ species ID :: snail, alien, beetle, cryptic

︵ ₊ physical species :: snail, human

︵ ₊ disorders / MUDs :: DPD, Schizotypal, MAA, GDS, CNSD, has a condition similar to GDS but with nature, adhd, autism

︵ ₊ symptoms that stand out :: Very hyperactive and manic when it becomes nighttime- will often try to stay awake only at night, misses big events in life due to space/nature, has a delusion that one of her stuffies is her child, has delusion that her ESSA talks to her

︵ ₊ paras :: 🍯🐾⚾️🧵 📚🌱🌧️

︵ ₊ functions :: interest holder, happiness holder, obliviousness holder, academic productivity

︵ ₊ sources :: N/A

︵ ₊ kins :: willow from TOH, shelly from DW

︵ ₊ aesthetics :: goblincore, cottagecore, aliennature, twillightcore, art academia, art nouveau, bloomcore, fantasy astronomy, green academia, whimsigothic

︵ ₊ likes :: all things Space, all things Nature, books, painting, earths history, bugs, journaling, learning

︵ ₊ dislikes :: ppl who are mean to bugs, debates, loud noises, misinformation, beef jerky, ham

︵ ₊ music :: crane wives, the oh hellos, the amazing devil, comso sheldrake, the paper kites, hozier, florence + the machine. folk music

︵ ₊ boundaries :: no loud noises, do not talk negative about interest, no reality checking unless trusted, be careful with touch, dont correct her during rants

︵ ₊ notable traits :: she is very bad at understanding social situations, cares deeply about those around her but sometimes cant express it right, often has a flat tone of voice

︵ ₊ appearance :: darker skin with freckles, long green hair that's commonly put up into a ponytail/pigtails/braid/two braids, snail like antennas, snail shell backpack, dresses in earthy clothes with a gothic twist, sometimes dresses whimsigoth

︵ ₊ typing quirks :: h🌿ll🪐 h🪐w are 🌱🪐u?

e=🌿 y= 🌱 o= 🪐

︵ ₊ hex codes :: 9b7ba7 84a77b 3e423d dcc3e7 719593

︵ ₊ sign offs :: 🍃⛅️🏞️🌱🌿 🧺🐌🚀🪐🌕🌑☄️🛸

︵ ₊ other notes :: she's overall a very sweet and caring gal!!

[fandoms-in-law]

Why do these future machines have bioogical scans of the companions?

Like seriously why when Amy is on the Spaceship UK or Ruby in the latest episode they get scanned and the information is just there.

With Amy's episode I reasoned it was like checking paperwork, but no, she didn't put details in, it scanned her instead.

Ruby, we can't even expect there's any way for this AI to have access to historical records from generations back.

I mean I guess there's the testimony thing from the twelth doctors final episode but in that case why? Why share these historical records with future medical equipment or voting systems?

I do not believe these systems should know anything about these women, no voting information, citizenship, baptism status, nothing.

Also why oh why would Amy or Ruby trust the information they have is accurate? So far as they know it's been centuries since they lived and historical records get worn out, accidentaly changed and whatever. Even if there was information for Amy's marital status or Ruby's next of kin I would not believe it at all.

[darkmetaknightspussy]

having kin/therian friends rips. pals with a fox and an angel and a spaceship and the bearer of the cursed amulet etc.

[dragonflyxparodies]

no question just would like to say that AFAU regularly consumes my soul and I am obsessed with it. I very specifically kin this version of bloom. i cannot wait to see what you come up with next and wish you luck with your irl endeavors!

-an audhd-er deep in the throughs of a hyperfixation on this au for like the fourth time

ACTUALLY YES A QUESTION: is there any other random kinda irrelevant lore that you can share?

Awwww thank you so much!! I'm so glad you enjoy the series so much <3 <3 <3 <3

Bahaha most of what I want to talk about is going to be very relevant very quickly B U T -

The Ancestral Coven did not create the Whisperian Crystals.

There are all sorts of magical ruins and treasures forgotten and hidden around the magical dimension. Treasure hunting + archeology are pretty frowned upon, generally - planets look outward rather than inward, to the present rather than the past. This means all the magical dimension's aspiring Indiana Joneses are individuals or small privately-run groups, usually working on their own homeworld/planet and nowhere else. This also means that the truly great ruins in the magic dimension - ancient ships and structures floating around off-planets - are considered so taboo that very little is known about them. If anyone has explored them, they haven't returned.

Life on Zenith is so distinctly technological/artificial because of a near-extinction event involving one of those alien spaceships. The people who survived cannibalized it for parts...and used it to repair the very planet it had collided with. This integrated the alien technology and resources with Zenith itself, and laid the foundation for Mother's sentience and assertiveness. Zenith is Mother, but Mother is not Zenith.

Deep Space is mostly unexplored.

I've always conceptualized the magical dimension as, more or less, a single galaxy. Our story is compressed into it, because damn there's a lot going on there and shit. This does not mean it is the only magical dimension/galaxy/etc that exists.

[mtjester]

Choose Y(our) Own Adventure #002: Agree to hear hier out over lunch

<- #001

#003->

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You sigh through your nose. “What’s your name?” you ask, turning back to the newcomer. Hier expression melts into relief.

“Koriena lo-Thalio,” hie says.

“Thalio?” you repeat. You know that kinclan. A sibling of yours accepted a mate from their clanship and joined them a while back. Your jaw tightens, but you brush the thought from your mind before it can sink in.

“I know you already,” hie says eagerly. “Aliriamh lo-Olandie. Your kin spoke highly of you.”

Your grimace deepens. “I’m sure,” you say. “Listen, let’s get some food. I’ll hear you out, but I won’t make any promises.”

Hier face falls, but hie quickly tries to fix hier expression. “Yes, please. Anything is fine with me.”

You turn to your coworker. “What is it?” Gashk asks. “A family emergency?”

“Of sorts,” you say. You don’t want to bother with an explanation. Planet-bound city folk don’t do well with superstitious stuff. “I’m going to take hier to get some food and talk it out. I’ll pick up any extra work tomorrow.”

“No problem,” says Thefren, the senior engineer. “I hope everything is okay.”

“We’ll see,” you say.

You lead Koriena to a mostly deserted diner not far from your domicile. Hie struggles to decipher the food options in the local language, and hier accent is so thick the server-bot can’t understand hier. You order for hier. “Thanks,” hie says meekly in your native language after the bot rolls away. You nod in response. Hie hesitates a moment and then asks, “So how long have you been here now?”

“Ten solar revolutions,” you answer.

“Ten,” hie repeats with a note of awe. “I can’t imagine being away from the kinclan that long.”

You’re not surprised. Your people, the Faelelden, have lived on spaceships in tight-knit, nomadic family clans since your native planet became unlivable six generations ago. They travel between planets, using esoteric astrological soothsaying to lead them to the next location, taking odd jobs where they can find them, and selling unique goods from other planets. They rarely venture past the edge of cities, where cosmic refugees congregate, and they’re virtually unheard of in wealthier downtown districts of any major metropolis. You don’t know anyone else in your kinclan who has settled permanently on a single planet like you have. You have your reasons and wouldn’t change anything, but it is sometimes crushingly lonely to live on your own like you do.

“It is what it is,” you say.

“And you have a university degree, right?” hie presses, and without waiting for your response, continues, “That’s amazing! You must be the smartest Faelelden alive!”

You clear your throat and ask, “What about you? Why were you away from your kinclan?”

The change in topic gives hier a pause, and sadness passes across hier face. “I wasn’t supposed to be away long,” hie says. “I was visiting another clanship to meet a suitor. Our elders are on good terms and thought we’d be a good match. And we did get along, and I stayed a few wake cycles longer than I originally planned…but then my kinclan vanished.”

Hie’s looking at you with those same pathetic eyes hie had when hie was begging for your help outside of the worksite. You break eye contact and busy yourself with your beverage. “Did you receive the news from someone, or did you just lose contact…?” you ask.

“I lost contact, and I went on my own to their last known location—and I saw the lights.”

Your stomach sinks. “The lights…?”

“Yes!” Hie leans forward. “You’ve seen them, too, right? And I felt like I was being watched. That’s how I knew. I went straight to your clanship to see your elder, since I knew hie would be able to help…but, well, I already told you how that went.”

“So you came here.”

“Yes! Your kin say you inherited the Sight from your elder. They said that if anyone could help, it’d be you! You know how to communicate with the Fair Folk, right?”

[alex-van-gore]

i love all the art you've done for the emotion/palette challenge! youre expressions in particular are so spot-on!

Might I suggest Miki (D2+kin list, just Miki bein' cute) or Murderbot (H1+rick roll--idk maybe it just finished watching the trailer for Sanctuary Moon: The Movie!)

Keep up the great work!!! :)

You compliment me? You compliment me and give me two prompts?? (Hands you a piece of chocolate)

[ID: a pink and light blue digital drawing of Miki, a cute humanform robot, standing in a hallway. It looks like it’s exclaiming in excitement, upper body leaning forward, and eyes wide and shiny /end ID]

[ID: a digital drawing of Murderbot lying under a blanket. It has a spaceship shaped plushie tucked under its arm and is watching a small holo screen that’s right in front of its face, declaring “Sanctuary Moon - the movie”. It makes the most excited, happy face possible for a SecUnit. /end ID]

(Nabbed the ART plushie from @thatwasalie-tmbd who actually went and made a whole plushie.)

[find-me-in-hell]

DW S14E03 BOOM:

SPOILERS under cut.

this was a good one!

a solid episode. of course the planet was empty the fucking idiots. ARGGGGH CAPITALISM. keeps you dying keeps you buying is one HELL of a phrase love it. SECOND use of the word lesbian in just as many episodes god i am OVERJOYED keep this up and ill consider 15 a lesbian himself. 'dad to dad, dust to dust' this is so fucked up actually. THE FUCKING SNOW AGAIN. ambulance glitching with the 'next of kin' for ruby oh we are in for a Ride. the way the snow stopped for a moment reminded me of uhhh TUAT and the testimony foundation probably not related but fucked if yes. smelted. he got smelted. thats so fucked actually. dying and you just get compressed into a fucking 6.2kg tube . ruby i love you but this behaviour gets you dead god i need to know more about rubys kin because if all this hype and suspension leads to an anticlimactic reveal ill kill myself. need to know more about that underwater lesbian gymkhana cos i looked that up and googled said horses. this post is one long train of thought. splice honestly insane for walking into a battlefield but what can u do. villengard has been mentioned before (tuat, doctor dances, maybe others) lol fish fingers and custard is back on the menu 15 you intrigue me. its october now which yknow insane jump it was june last week and christmas a moment before that are we speed running this . classic the doctor distracting himself and others with stories. AGAIN with the singing. kiss kiss splice your dad just ended an unnecessary war through means of??? post-mortem hacking?? love that. again yay lesbians <3 'mundy sunday' nows not the time to set ur companions up with random women i support this but now is not the time. ruby was dead for part of this episode which is always fun! the doctor has now seen susan twists (actress) face hopefully he remembers that later because shes definitely gonna pop up again. fucked that its october supposedly and this is rubys first alien planet bro where have you been taking her. just earth and spaceships??? solid 9/10 for this one.

[marabarl-and-marlbara]

Hi Mara, hope this isn’t too personal, but I was wondering when you first connected with Scientology, as in when did you first take interest in it and find comfort in it?

hi anonymous, good morning;

i first took an interest in scientology after playing archangel:nemesis, & then afterwards talking about early experiences with christianity with a few friends who had also played a:n (each of us having a common experience in being raised in church / christian schools), and then afterwards reading accounts of life in the sea org and taking scientology classes online;

then through a chain of events, i ended up dating (though it barely counts as that, i guess, but i was smitten and ready to move-in) an ex-scientologist; i took a 'pilgrimage' to visit clearwater and the flag service building there, and bought my first Bridge Official New Version Hot copy of Dianetics, and just sort-of loved how special it all felt; it made me think of one of those sea org stories i read about a newly-indoctrinated sea org member arriving at an airport clutching one of those distinct Volcano-Covered books and looking only like a scientologist could;

some of the events around this period are bleary, but god/communication was talking to me through the writing -- it:s bleary, because i don:t really remember / don:t want to comb through my own writing from this time; eventually it culminated in me having a very long vision (which put a big strain on the relationship with my ex) where LRH visited me and explained further outside/inside, and how he had purchased my soul, and how my soul was good purchase because of the source of its material (from that basic quaternal-base / qlippotic-base) to be used as listening device for the scientologist:s "outside church operation" (outside here: outside of the material basic; outside of the observable and the sensible); i keep trying to write this vision as a short story called "spaceship" but keep giving up on it (most recent attempt was just yesterday, incidentally; remembering the vision and how i could word the vision in writing was keeping me up at night the night prior; the lich LRH bent over me and urging me to sign-it and hearing soft rumbling down, down deep in the spaceship; the sky outside just black; his breath was sour and his body was close; and i:d feel the thunder inside the ship carried through the cold chair i were sat in; the room we were in was empty, and shone like a dull silver insect that had lost its luster as if it crawled into shade and chose to remain there to await its death); the vision starts with a lich LRH from billions of years ago, in the ship, at the start of the soul contract, to where my soul were purchased for cheap (i was a janitor aboard the ship & tempted with great importance and service for humanity immortal); and then advances near-present to the outside church--its cathedral-like form, white tiles, blue carpets, niches, occular rooms with portals to a blank black sky (there i:d lay with an outside e-meter (part of the explanation of the soul:s purpose was to liken my soul as being same as the e-meter; as bestial and earthy and under-upper-filament as the e-meter; qlippotic material (and the warning of God to the right-handed) as a bestial material one that will drown in earth with its second death and be granted annihilation, as beasts are, as material are, and not granted heaven as humanity)) that i:d consider a sister or kin, to keep me company in the loneliness of the outside church); then i:d spend years in the halls/staff-rooms of the outside church being given lessons by staff (cold little white rooms, small circular office-tables and little pipe chairs) about the doctrine and purpose and religion; then the now-dead LRH would speak with me, like he were a father but with a certain distance that indicated i were more like a favorite razor or dog than a child, and confess a level of regret about the mistakes some of the past incarnations of LRH had made; i liked him a lot in those moments; then he:d explain to me patternings and context behind events in my life that were used as "programming points of contact" to align me with his purpose/purchase for me (to set me up as a listening device in each life while i was active in-server); part of this were to show me "doors" inside the inside where traumatic events were inserted inside of me (i remember these as being intensely physically painful; he:d walk me through the chambers inside myself and the pain would move with me as we traveled deeper in-to my body, from brain, to groin); then he:d show me the thing i had been praying to--or it shew itself to me; the thing that i call "god" to obscure what i pray to: the material, and the ancestry; it shew itself to me as three forms: the pit of snakes that i saw dying in nightmare as kid; some weird beast monster in the dark; then some feverish red glow in a dark-place that stared at me with a hateful terrifying indifference--that it really did hate me, that i had been misled into praying and selling my soul to something truly callous and malicious and that sought only my death: and that i had to trust in my love for it, despite the terror, and keep praying to it;

~etcetera; i stopped talking/writing about scientology much because 1) i got tired of people seeking out scientology through me; 2) i couldn:t join an org if i wanted; 3) i wanted to connect more with adventism since i had grown up with it & god began talking to me once more through the voice of EGW & thought it sign that i need to graft "the word" of god on-to the writing of EGW to carry it further, and to map a blueprint for a clean, sane, division of chiral life through that grafting (ie: the gracecon story as a blueprint for segregrating life for left-handed and right-handed persons).

still, i always get a special fluttery feeling seeing the dumb volcano or the big HUBBARD name;

take care anonymous.

[fair-city-packs]

could you guys do a pack based off of shiny lopunny, the aesthetics of easter, and innocence?

Of course! One mix of shiny lopunny, Easter, and innocence coming right up!

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A Spaceship Has Brought Your Delivery!

Name(s): Bunni, Ease, Merri, Marl, Candy, Gift, Spring

Pronouns: She / It / He / Egg / Paint / Color / Bun / Innocent / Doll / Play / Spring / Hop / 🐇 / 🩷 / 🥚

Would you like suggested neopronouns?: Yes

Gender(s): EasterBunnic, Pritemp, Intempcesse, Fairytaledreamic Androgyne, Bigender, Feminine, Femandrogyne

Would you like suggested xenogenders?: Yes

Orientation(s): Bi, Omni, Gaybian, Sapphic, Achillean, Juleric, Julietian, Romeric

Age(s): Ageswinging, teen, preteen

Species: Bunny

Source(s): N/A

Role(s): Innocence Holder, Holder, Ògregulator, Reliever, Soother

Kin(s) (Optional): Pokemonkin, Lopunnykin

Personality traits/details: Quiet, Silly, Playful, Kind, Ambivert, Forgetful

Likes: Pink, rainbows, painting, hugs, gatherings, flowers, spring, warm days

Dislikes: Disrespect, watermelons, heights

Sign Off: 🩷🐇

Extra details: Great listener, just likes to be around people, and listen to other conversations (if the ones talking allow it, of course!)

Faceclaim: N/A

Would you like a picrew?: Yes

Picrew

Off topic, but this one looks a bit like one of our existing members! :0 Regardless, I hope Gift is a welcome addition to your collective! - ⭐