#suncycles

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

⏲️ The Timing of a Time Lord

So I was wondering, GIL has been going for about a year and a half now, but how long is that in Gallifreyan time?

1 Gallifreyan Second = 1 Earth Second

1 Gallifreyan Minute = 1 Earth Minute

1 Gallifreyan Hour ≈ 80 Earth Minutes

1 Gallifreyan Day = 1 Earth Day

1 Gallifreyan Month = 27 Earth Days

1 Suncycle (Year) = 1 Earth Year

1 Nano-span = 0.19 Earth Seconds

1 Micro-span = 189 Earth Seconds

1 Milli-span = 52.6 Earth Hours

1 Centi-span = 22 Earth Days

1 Span = 6 Earth Years

1 Cycle ≈ 23 Earth Years

1 Kilo-span = 6000 Earth Years

1 Epoch = Tens of Millions of Earth Years

So that's one-and-a-half suncycles. Phew. Now I can sleep.

(Varied, ROOG)

Whoniverse Facts for Friday by GIL

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[esorydoolb]

OC questions

I'm doing these half-asleep on the train but THANK YOU SM FOR TAGGING ME <33 @a-cosmic-elf

My OC who will be answering these is Vynter, here's a rough sketch of what he looks like:

My questions:

If money, time, and space were no object, what would be your dream pet?

A Ruidshon. It means, follows-the-river. These are beautiful, wild and large mammals which graze along rivers. They are untamed because of their solitary nature, but their strength and pride is admirable. They protect their offspring with their lives, which makes it dangerous to approach them during this time. They are incredibly loyal to their partner and stay together for life. I have always wondered what it would be like to form a bond with one of these wild beasts.

When you were a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

My future is written in the sacred scriptures of our clan. I knew what I was going to be from an early age and received the education and training that was compulsory for it, so a choice was never in my hands. I was devoted to becoming a great leader and a fearsome warrior that could protect my people.

Are there seasons where you are from? What’s your favourite and why?

We have long seasons, two of them. Based on the moon rituals we partake in, I prefer the first season of the suncycle. These rituals are dedicated to finding and building our own strengths and resolve by searching within ourselves and through numerous meditative days. I enjoy these stretches of time where I connect with my true self, which is separate from the person I am in front of my people.

I'm tagging @a-cosmic-elf @therealgchu @salstray

Your questions:

What is your pet-peeve?

If you close your eyes to take a break from your surroundings, what image appears in your mind?

What topic intrigues you, but you haven't spend time learning about because of any reason?

[acoldsovereign]

“Be honest: What (or whom)’s caused you to try and discard your desire to entertain the abstract?” He already had a pretty good idea of what might have caused it, but, Hearts wanted to hear it from the Empress of Ice, herself. “The world has disillusioned you, hasn’t it?” (Also for regular Maiz)

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"Ugh," she groaned, making an annoyed face at the heart-and-mind-reader before her expression slipped back to it's neutral state.

She could hate Hearts all she wanted (and she did), but sometimes, she had to admit--his dedication to making her open up was admirable. "You are one of the most stubborn men I've ever had the displeasure of meeting." Heterochromic eyes met red ones after she dished out her insult-pliment. She started over with an exasperated sigh, suddenly looking more worn and tired than ever before.

"I grew up."

She may have been interested in magic and mysticism when she was younger, sure. But she was an adult now with adult responsibilities--and even though her surviving the Saiyan Genocide was considered by her to be a miracle of divine intervention--she really had no proof of it. If she was truly favored by the Goddess, God and Patron Saint of her religion, why couldn't she transform (into a Super Saiyan)? Why didn't they answer her prayers in returning her mother, aunt or at least Bardock to her . . . ? Why was it just her who made it out alive . . . ? Even when the world tried to erase her through the Galactic Patrol, another miracle happened; the curious inhabitants caught the debris from her ship (and her corpse) when she fell from Planet Kokytus' skies. They dutifully studied her body (by cutting her open) and traced back her origins, using educated guesses through the observed trajectory of her ship. They nursed her back to health though it took them three suncycles (years).

--BUT THEIR KINDNESS WAS REPAID WITH SLAUGHTER AND PARTIAL GENOCIDE.

And a hostile takeover of their planet, complete with a forceful assimilation of Saiyan Culture, including whatever parts of her language their bodies were able to speak.

"It is hard to keep faith when one is lost--when they don't know why they live. For what, or who they live for. I've had to make my own reason. I had to cling to what I knew. I don't believe what I did is incorrect or wrong." The tiredness was replaced with neutrality again. "I am disillusioned if only because I am still--in many ways, perhaps--trying to find an answer as to why I'm here again, back in the world in the living. I thought it was a freak accident. Or perhaps the work of my Goddess. I would much rather believe in the latter--in rare, divine miracles than anything else."

In other words, believing in sheer kindness was more ridiculous than magic itself, but while she could spare some thoughts to the latter, she outright refused to believe in the former. She wasn't one for self-reflections, and this coversation--upon many others that she's had with Hearts--showed it. It was her main weakness; the inability to see how she plays a part in the larger scale of things. She was narrow-minded when it came to her and the things that mattered, and discarded everything else that didn't fit. She was much, much, too selfish and inconsiderate of others.

"The abstract is for children."

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[dwarvishscholar]

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[dawnclan-duskclan]

Glossary

the CAVERNS - the name of this world, given to it by the Clan cats.

the SUN - a large, golden, crystal stalactite that illuminates the Caverns with constant, bright light.

SUNGLOW - another name for the light emitted by the Sun crystal.

the HORIZON - the border between east and west that splits DuskClan and DawnClan’s territory. This border is stable in the far north and south, in the twilight zone, but is hotly contested in the Daylands.

DAYLANDS - a roughly circular zone in the center of the Caverns, where the sun is brightest and it is eternally daytime. The Daylands are covered in thick forest.

DAWNLANDS - a twilight zone on the eastern side of the Caverns, where DawnClan lives. The Dawnlands are filled with crystalline structures and are the most cavern-like, with fissures, cliffsides, and tunnels.

DUSKLANDS - a twilight zone on the western side of the Caverns, where DuskClan lives. Filled with mossy stones, cold water streams, and vines.

NIGHTLANDS - the area furthest from the sun, where no light shines and it is eternally dark. Avoided by the Clan cats.

TWILIGHT - a general name for the areas between the Daylands and Nightlands.

DIMREACHES - the further half of the Twilight, where the Sunglow is very dim. Like the world on a moonless night.

NIGHTBEASTS - mutated creatures that lurk outside of the sun’s light. They are usually large, predatory, and hunt Clan cats

STARS - smaller crystals scattered around the Caverns that emit small amounts of light.

STARSHINE - light emitted by the Stars.

STARCYCLE - the Star crystals go through a cycle each day, where they grow dimmer and brighter like the rising and setting of the sun. One full cycle = one day.

STARHIGH - noon, when the Starshine is brightest

STARFALL - midnight, when the Starshine is dimmest

SUNCYCLE - the Sun crystal goes through a cycle each month, where it grows dimmer and brighter like the phases of the moon. One full cycle = one moon = one month.

SHADOWSUN - the day in which the Sun’s glow is weakest. This is when DuskClan healers visit MoonClan.

ZENITH - the day in which the Sun’s glow is strongest. This is when DawnClan’s healers visit StarClan.

STARSEED - small bits of gemstone that hold energy. Coveted by both Clans, but particularly desired by DuskClan.

SUNROOST - aka “the roost”. Around the Sun crystal, above the Daylands, are ledges and platforms where the seasonal birds flock en masse each season. The reason for the birds’ migration and flocking behavior is unknown, as they have nests and reproduce in the Nightlands. Each bird roosts for three suncycles (moons) which creates the four seasons for the Clan cats.

WATERWINGS - “Spring”. These birds have drooping feathers and extremely long tails made entirely of water. They shed water drops from their wings, creating a fine mist that settles over the Caverns during the spring and a constant drizzle of rain over the Daylands.

SUNBIRDS - “Summer”. Fiery birds that warm the caverns with plenty of light. These birds are by far the most intelligent and are universally revered as sacred beings of life itself.

GALEWINGS - “Autumn”. Nearly incorporeal, these birds’ wings are made up of air itself. These birds are far larger than the others and there are fewer of them. The flapping of their wings creates storms and heavy winds, circulating air throughout the entire Cavern system.

SNOWBIRDS - “Winter”. Icy birds whose wings are made up of crystal. They have frozen cores and water condenses to ice on their bodies. They shed snow from their wings and their presence chills the Caverns.

STARCLAN - patrons of DawnClan. They live inside the Star crystals; the brightest spirits shine in the Sun.

MOONCLAN - patrons of DuskClan. Their spirits reside deep in the stone beneath the Clans’ feet and their prophecies can be heard in the rumblings of the earth. Their spirits coax plants to grow from stone.

[drzaibkhan]

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[therastapreneur]

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[chipmooney]

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[shasharishi]

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[delimeful]

the end of being alone (4)

warnings: mentions of Roman's tragic backstory, health concerns, chronic fatigue mentions, but really mostly fluff

-

“Roman!” A hushed whisper-yell came from halfway across the cave.

Roman looked up from where he was carefully taking apart and cleaning out his communicator, feeling a stab of exhaustion upon seeing Patton crouched next to their resident baby Human. They’d just spent what felt like half a suncycle entertaining the kid, who seemed to wake up with more energy than all three of them combined.

Virgil was in fact the source behind the crumbs of mud and dirt that had worked their way into the cracks of his communicator: Logan was currently at the ship working inventory, and the kid had insisted on checking up on him as often as he remembered that the Ulgorii wasn’t with them, which was often.

Still, they’d managed to tucker him out eventually, and he’d fallen asleep in their presence for the third time ever, which felt like some kind of accomplishment in itself.

An accomplishment that they were about to undo if Patton didn’t stop making a ruckus. Roman drew his hands apart slowly, signing ‘quiet’ at his friend as he cast one last look at the partially assembled communicator and then padded over.

“What is it?” he signed, since whispering was both rough on his throat and not always guaranteed to come out as low volume as he’d like.

Patton took a moment to gesture wildly at the Human, who was slumped over on his side. Roman felt a sudden stab of fear, and leaned over to check his breathing.

To his relief, Virgil was simply sleeping, no injuries or illness visible in him. He turned a frustrated stare onto Patton. If the Ampen had called him over here and scared the scales off of him just to have another fit about how cute the Human was, he was turning right around and walking to the nearest river to dunk his head under and scream.

Before he could say as much, Patton finally found his words. “Roman, he’s purring!”

Roman jerked back slightly in surprise. “He’s what?”

“Purring!” Patton looked up at him, antennae fluttering back and forth rapidly like he couldn’t contain his confused alarm. “He’s never done this before! Do you think…,”

Roman moved closer, ears pricking forward attentively. Sure enough, there was a low little buzz coming from the Human. He couldn’t help but notice the purr’s odd tone, the weakness of it, the way it stuttered and paused and occasionally seemed to falter entirely.

“It’s not right,” he muttered to himself, placing the pads of his hand on the Human’s torso and feeling the faint buzz.

Patton whistled in worried query, glancing between them both. “Is he hurt?”

“He’s Human, Pat, I don’t know if—,” Roman froze midway through lifting his hand away; Virgil was making a short, high noise, almost like a whine. His little face had crinkled up in sleep, the way Human distress looked, and his purr had turned to hitching breaths.

Roman glanced at his broken communicator and swore under his breath, feelings strong enough to make Patton fluff up with secondhand panic.

“I’ll go find Logan!” he said, twisting and scampering out of the cave, quick enough that his skittered footsteps had vanished by the time Roman’s wordless sound of protest made it out of him. Roman had longer legs, and Patton was better with the kid, so why had things turned out like this?!

He looked back down at Virgil, who had begun to unconsciously curl inward, leaving his back exposed. The motion hardly made sense; according to the body scan Logan had coaxed the kid through, the center of all his nerves met there, with only a thin layer of skin and muscle surrounding it.

He had no scales or rough hide or even fluffy plumage to protect his back, but he still curled up with it facing out, as though defending his squishy underside like a Crav’n.

The thought made something in him twist, and his scales went slicked back as another whimper tore through the tiny Human. He glanced at the cave opening: There was no sign of the others’ return. It would probably be a while yet.

Regardless, Roman couldn’t wait around and watch a kit cry any longer. He carefully lifted the Human up into the curl of one arm, crooning lowly at him. Virgil settled slightly, but the tiny, haphazard purr had yet to start back up, and the thought was enough to make him feel nauseous with worry.

He reached back and only hesitated a fraction before unhooking his plate armor, pulling it free and setting it away for the first time in the kit’s presence. Despite the sounds of metal, Virgil didn’t wake, head slumped against a shoulder and gangly limbs pulled in tight.

Still, no purr. Not even that sickly little stutter.

If Virgil had been a Crav’n, a true pup, he would have spent each night cuddled up with his family, falling asleep to their low rumbles and quickly developing his own. It was an automatic reflex, a vital part of deep sleep, a vibration that kept their bodies in good condition.

There were ways it could go wrong. If a pup was abandoned, they’d have problems developing their purr alone. If a pup felt... unsafe enough, they’d stop purring entirely, quiet even in the deepest sleep. When it was a choice between being healthy and not being hunted, even the smallest pups knew which to choose.

Even after rescue, it could be a struggle to regain the reflex, especially without close family. It had taken Roman years to manage, and he could still remember how much better he’d felt when he’d woken up after a full night of low, purring sleep. The sense of relief that came with realizing the ache in his bones didn’t have to be permanent.

Roman wavered, looking down at Virgil. The kid was Human. There was no guarantee this was even what he needed.

But if he did need it, the way Roman had needed it so long ago…

He pressed a thumbpad to the little crinkle in the Human’s brow, smoothing it out, and then sat down with a little grumble of acceptance. He shifted to lean back, his tail keeping him balanced as he settled Virgil’s little curled up form atop his chest.

It had been a while since he had purred while conscious. Parents got plenty of practice, of course, but once a kit was old enough, everyone would greet them with their own rumble, let them know they were safe. It was the best way for older kids to keep practicing their purrs while awake, too.

He hadn’t practiced in a long time, but looking down at the kit, he found his own deep, consistent purr started up with barely a hitch.

It took a few moments, but Virgil cuddled closer, seeming to lose a little of that fearful tension. Roman carefully adjusted him as he got floppier, and frowned at the little sharp bits of bone he could feel under the skin. Patton was right; the kid needed to eat more.

Embarrassingly, his purr got louder, as though he could heal months’ worth of living off a scavenger diet through pure force of will. He should tone it down. He wasn’t a brand new parent looking after their first pup. He didn’t even know if this would help at all.

…

Well, it couldn’t hurt to keep trying, though, could it?

—

When Patton scrambled into the cave ahead of him and then stopped short, Logan feared the worst.

He’d always known that this venture could end in disaster, from the moment they’d realized they were dealing with a Human. Roman had been worried about aggression or violence, the classic fears when it came to Deathworlders and the expected response considering the Cravon’s past.

Logan had been more worried about the situation itself. The black market trafficking industry had led to an abhorrent number of cases with rescued feral children. Very few of them had been successfully socialized, and though Virgil was older and seemed to be improving with them, his worry about the child had never quite gone away.

“Is he…,” Logan felt his throat buzz with some sort of wordless grief, and Patton turned to look at him with wide eyes.

He chirped a negative as quietly as possible, and Logan felt some of the weight on him fall away. Reaching out, Patton curled his little fingers around Logan’s wrist, tapping an apology against his chitlin.

“They’re okay,” he whispered, and then pulled him forward excitedly. “I was just surprised, really surprised— look!”

Once his eyes had adjusted to the slight change in lighting, Logan could see Roman, who was laying on his back up against the wall of the cave, his face lax with sleep and a low rhythmic rumble emanating from his chest. This in itself wasn’t entirely unusual; Roman needed a lot of sleep, and he often took naps here and there.

No, the unusual element was the Human that currently had his cheek squished up against Roman’s neck, sprawled out in the most relaxed position he’d ever seen from the pupa. Roman’s chest plate had been set aside entirely.

“They’re cuddling,” Logan said, bewildered.

“They’re cuddling!” Patton squealed, ecstatic.

He clapped his hands over his mouth, but going by the way Roman’s purr shifted to a growl, the damage was done. Roman’s eyes slit open, and without a moment’s pause his tail curled in front of him defensively, his scales pricking up to make a wall of sharp points between them and Virgil.

The Cravon looked entirely ready to disembowel whoever had dared to try and disrupt the kid’s sleep.

“Roman,” Logan called dryly, “it’s us.”

He ran through his identifying ‘friend-safe’ clicks to cement the statement, but Roman was already settling his scales back down and averting his gaze.

“Sorry,” he forced out, ears flattened back with embarrassment as his growl settled back into that low purr Logan normally only heard while they were settling down to sleep. “Didn’t mean to—,”

“It’s quite alright,” Logan interrupted, unable to completely conceal the amusement he felt. Roman had yet to shift in any way that would jostle Virgil. “Though this is a touching scene, I was under the impression that something was wrong.”

Patton piped up to answer his non-question, though his antennae had yet to stop their excited swaying. “We found out Virgil purrs!”

As if on cue, a haphazard little buzz started up, a rough, faltering pattern that was barely audible. Roman lowered his own purr’s volume, though it seemed to make his ears twitch with reluctance.

They all went quiet to listen to the undersized sound for a moment, the Human still blissfully unaware of all the attention.

“It’s too weak by far,” Roman said, his Common a little more accented through the purr. He was looking at the Human in his arms with blatant worry, a far cry from his original reluctance to interact. “I didn’t know a purr could be this weak.”

“That’s because it’s not a purr,” Logan said, trying to keep any hint of fondness from his voice. His shipmates turned to look at him with wildly varying expressions.

“I’ve seen this phenomenon before,” he continued. “I used the medscanner to check Virgil over, because I had also originally assumed it was a purr, and if it was…,” he faltered.

He’d been just as alarmed as the two of them now were, hearing it. If it had been an internal maintenance process like a Crav’n purr, it would have been even quieter than Roman’s when they’d first started travelling together. He and Patton had witnessed firsthand the difference in Roman’s mood and health once he’d gotten through those rough nights.

Next to him, Roman’s ears were tucked completely flat, as though he knew exactly what Logan was remembering. Logan didn’t understand why Roman was so embarrassed by moments of weakness-- was often frustrated by his friend’s reticence, even-- but now wasn’t the time to address it.

“I was simply concerned about the possibility,” Logan finally settled on, “but after investigating his scan thoroughly, I found it was simply the result of soft tissue vibrations from a partially blocked airway.”

Patton blinked up at him. “What does that mean here?”

“It means I-- we freaked out for no reason,” Roman grumped, carefully pushing himself up as his purr ground to a stuttering halt.

Logan held out a stilling hand. “Not necessarily.”

“So, it is a bad thing?” Patton asked, drooping.

“Not at the moment, however,” Logan cast a meaningful look at Roman, “I have no control to work off of, but I do believe Virgil’s general skeletal and muscular health is in worse shape than they should be. He may not have the capability to self-maintain like you, Roman, but that doesn’t mean he gains no benefits from this. The opposite, really.”

Roman slumped back down immediately, eyes wide. “It’s helping?”

“Yes,” Logan confirmed. “I was planning to bring the topic up with you, actually, once you were more comfortable around him.”

“I’m so proud of you!” Patton chirped delightedly, darting forwards to bump his head against Roman’s chin. “You really stepped up when he needed you, Roman.”

“Of course I did, who do you think I am?” Roman shot back confidently. Everyone politely pretended not to notice the flustered twitching of his tail. Patton peeked over Roman’s shoulder, crooning slightly at the sight of Virgil.

“Cuddle pile!” he cheered softly, using Roman’s arm as a helpful bar to climb up onto him. Roman shifted obligingly, shifting his horns into range for easy handholds when Patton inevitably slipped.

As soon as Patton was settled, feathers puffed out for maximum soft padding, the two of them turned to look at Logan with matching pleading expressions, as though choreographed. Logan clicked with faux reluctance even as he stepped closer.

“Oh, very well,” he conceded, and was pulled into the haphazard pile posthaste.

He mentally tabled the rest of inventory for later, knowing quite well that nothing was going to  get done for as long as the impromptu session lasted.

Still, with his friends beside him and Roman’s pleased purr rumbling through him, he couldn't seem to find anything to complain about.