#thermosphere

[superflowereagle]

The MIND-BLOWING Layers of Earth’s Atmosphere! 

Ever looked up at the sky and thought… what’s really up there? 🤔 From the air we breathe to the satellites orbiting Earth, our atmosphere is a MIND-BLOWING shield protecting us from space! 🌍💨 In this video, we take a crazy journey through every single layer of Earth's atmosphere: ✅ Troposphere – Where we live, breathe & fly! ✈ ✅ Stratosphere – Home of the ozone layer & supersonic jets! ☀ ✅ Mesosphere – The ultimate meteor shield! 🌠 ✅ Thermosphere – Where astronauts & the Northern Lights hang out! 🚀 ✅ Exosphere – The final frontier before space! 🌌 🔥 By the end of this video, you’ll NEVER look at the sky the same way again! 🔥

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[johniac]

SciTech Chronicles. . . . . . . . .Mar 8th, 2025

[whats-in-a-sentence]

The pattern is clearly shown as the zigzag line on Fig. 2.1. (...) These and other features of the atmosphere are shown in Fig. 2.1. (...) Because temperature appears in the denominator of the exponential term, there are small changes in slope of the pressure versus altitude curve within the different regions of the atmosphere and this is shown graphically in Fig. 2.1.

"Environmental Chemistry: A Global Perspective", 4e - Gary W. VanLoon & Stephen J. Duffy

[todayonglobe]

[ionizedvibez]

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[avid-idiot]

Bro is both the cutest and most disgusting human I've ever laid eyes upon

[scrawleditalix]

so I, personally, am a huge fan of the Telemachian war rubble. incredible imagery? cool obstacle for our heroes? literal wall of corpses both protecting the heart of human civilization from those who wish to extinguish it and holding it captive to those who wish to exploit it? come on, what more do you want from a set piece?

just, like. a coating of rubble around an entire planet, y'know. that's too much rubble, isn't it? like, planets are really big. just kinda a flashy bit of writers' excess. it's gotta take a stupid, unrealistic number of ships to make a coating of rubble like that happen, right?

Right?

QUESTION ONE: How big is this planet?

Surely, in sci-fi world, the answer to this question is limitless, right? Far be it for me to impinge upon the boundless creativity of the sci-fi writer. That being said, as the local rubble-estimator, I do need to put some bounds on this thing. And the thing is, human bodies do very poorly outside of earth-gravity in the long-term. in the interest of not ruining the musculoskeletal system of every human in the not-so-distant future, we're going to assume that Telemachus has +/- 10% of Earth gravity. And, in the interest of not ruining my own evening, we're assuming that it also has the same density as earth, so the math is straightforward and we can actually answer the question we've set out to answer here. That being said, welcome to Telemachus!

it, uh, doesn't look like much yet, but I promise we will be answering some interesting questions here in the space. well, they're interesting to me, at least. I had fun. And that's what matters!

QUESTION 2: Where is the rubble?

Answer: not in the atmosphere, because the atmosphere would grab the rubble with its grubby little fingers and drag it planetside. The rubble layer must be sitting in the thermosphere, which is where the International Space Station lives. In the thermosphere, there's insufficient atmospheric pressure for anyone to hear you scream, and that is good enough for rubble to continue orbiting the planet indefinitely!

So, where is the thermosphere?

UHHHHHHHH

Okay so, good news. We already know where this is on earth. It's 85km above the surface. And looking through the variables, the only things that aren't constants for our purposes are local gravity (locked and loaded, baby), change in height (that's what we're looking for), and... uh......

Great news! Everything is a constant except for the two things we already have, everybody can breathe super normal air with a molar mass of 0.0289644 kg/mol and super normal barometric pressure on the surface just like on Earth, isn't terraforming fun? And that means we can play my favorite math trick, which is where we throw all of our constants out the window and just form a relational equation with our variables and with g0*dH0=g1*dH1 we are off to the races! Turns out, atmospheric physics is super easy when you just use the earth baseline and scale it by local gravity.

QUESTION 3: How thick is the rubble?

*cracks knuckles*

In S02E03 Deep Breath, the gang traverses the rubble layer surrounding Telemachus in order to evade a government checkpoint where their identity cards will surely fail them. The audio cue for the first flecks of rubble hitting the shields starts at 18:00; the audio cue for the Iris II hitting the atmosphere is at 20:30, which means that if we knew the Iris II's velocity, we would know the rubble thickness. Such a shame there's no way to know how fast they were moving...

Well, except that the landing sequence directly follows (it takes 50 seconds to reach the ground), and there is a limit to how quickly Krejjh is able to decelerate (a sustained 4-5 gs will knock a layperson unconscious, and Violet and Brian both stay conscious to our knowledge) (actually I suspect Brian passed out) (this is besides the point), and we just calculated exactly how far they traveled to reach the ground...

Oh, yeah, baby. It's all coming together.

It is at this juncture that I should mention that in this calculation, I am completely ignoring any movement that is not normal to the planet's surface, which is to say, straight up and down. I do not care if Krejjh is flying in a beautiful arcing spiral, if they are drawing a middle finger in midair, or if they plummet like a bird falling from the sky. This is a wonderful feature of vector math which I love. I only care about the thickness of the rubble layer, and the only acceleration that is important is the vertical component (a human can withstand like, 20-30 gs to the chest if they wear their seatbelt). Therefore, the other velocity components do not matter.

So, the Iris II entered the atmosphere at a speed of...

a flaming 1,100-1,300 mph, assuming that Krejjh decelerated at a moderate 3gs! Assuming that this is the maximum speed they achieve, I went ahead and halved this for their average speed through the debris field, which gives us a field over a hundred kilometers thick! Hell ye- wait, is that ten quintillion cubic meters of rubble layer???

QUESTION 4: How dense is dense?

I'm not going to lie to you, friends. This is where this gets ugly. We're going to do statistics. It will be okay.

How much of that volume is empty air?

The field of war rubble is described to us as dense. But that is not what makes it near-impregnable. If there is the physical space to pick your way through a static field of rubble, anybody could do that. What is dangerous, is that the rubble is orbiting, wrapped and writhing around the choking planet in a deadly Gordian knot. (I fucking love the Telemachus war rubble. Have I said how much I love the Telemachus war rubble?)

Now, if we pay close attention to the audio of Krejjh piloting through the rubble, we can hear large chunks of rubble zip past with a signature pitch-shift. This is the doppler effect causing sound (which doesn't travel in a vacuum but I'll forgive that) to be higher pitched as the rubble moves towards us and lower pitched as it moves away. Using these pitches, we can estimate the speed of the rubble--

yeah, okay, or we can just use the super simple stable orbital velocity equation that we already have all of the numbers for. if we were feeling lame.

So, imagine you're crossing the street at a brisk jog and a car is approaching at like 40mph from around a blind corner and also the street is hundreds of lanes with hundreds of cars whipping around a blind corner and also you are a ship that is parked across like ten lanes at a time. But hey, you can do a cool kick flip. So there's that, at least.

How many cars actually need to be on the road before it's "too dense" to traverse?

Luckily, there is a highly accurate, well-tested simulation we can consult.

The entire rubble field can be conceptualized as a series of orbital "lanes", containing a certain spacing of pieces of rubble, which cumulatively defines the density of the entire field. There exists a spacing by which it is possible, but difficult to get through. For example, in the image above, if there are 3 car tiles per 14 tile lane, the density of the entire street is 21%.

This spacing determines the frequency at which rubble crosses in front of the ship, on average. So, we're going to have to do some statistics. If you know how to do statistics, feel free to come at me, because I am pretty sure I did this stupid.

Alright, here's the game plan: we are going to define a space in front of the Iris II, designated as the Reaction Space, and we are going to designate a desired frequency of Reaction Events in that space. This is super arbitrary and has a huge impact on the final number! No pressure. So, let's give Krejjh one and a half seconds to react to the debris in front of the ship. If you've ever had a dog run in front of your car, this is scary as shit -- but hey, nobody said crossing the Telemachian rubble field was easy, and the ship did get hit a couple of times. Knowing the speed of the Iris, this gives us a physical distance in front of the ship which rubble may cross. Multiply that by the height of the ship- let's say 10 meters, there don't seem to be multiple floors- and we have bounded a certain number of orbital lanes through which the Iris is imminently about to cross. We'll call the average piece of rubble 5 by 5 meters, and therefore an orbital lane is about 25 square meters of space.

Each orbital lane represents an opportunity for a Reaction Event, which is to say one or more pieces of rubble entering the flight path of the Iris II, forcing Krejjh to maneuver to an open space (see Frogger above). Because statistics is an exercise in twisting your brain in circles like squeezing a wet wash cloth, in order to define how frequently Reaction Events occur, we must instead define how often they do not occur. The Reaction Space must be empty a certain amount of the time, or else there is literally nowhere to maneuver to- the space is literally impermeable. So, consulting the more difficult levels of Frogger, we are going to say the Reaction Space is empty 50% of the time. This means that every 1.5 seconds, there is a 50% chance that Krejjh has to pull some pants-shitting evasive maneuvers. This strikes me as acceptably challenging.

Now, each orbital lane does not have a 50% chance of spitting out a piece of rubble; rather, each lane has a very small chance of spitting out a piece of rubble and cumulatively, across hundreds of lanes, there is a 50% chance of one or more of them spitting out a piece of rubble within the selected timeframe. 50% = x raised to the number of orbital lanes, so a little bit of exponent math and we find that each lane has a 99.9% chance of being empty during a given second and a half.

Given a probability for an event over a certain time period, we are now able to calculate the return period of a given piece of rubble, which is to say, the average amount of time between events. Return periods are typically used to measure the probability of 100-year storms on a given year. Fun fact: There is a 37% chance that no 100-year storms will occur during a 100-year period, but there is also a 26% chance that there are 2 or more 100-year storms that occur over a 100-year period. Isn't statistics fun?

Using the average timing between pieces of rubble, we can determine the average spacing between pieces of rubble and therefore determine the density of the rubble field.

QUESTION 5: How many ships is that?

Alright, then. Here's the million dollar question: how many ships were destroyed to create the rubble field?

We will base this estimate off of the biggest modern fighter jet I could find with a 2-minute google search (I cannot overstate to you, dear reader, how little I care about fighter jets), so we're basing these ships off of the SU-35. Now, given that I have zero interest in caressing the delicate curvature of the Fighter Jet in the hopes of earning its trust and learning its True Volume, I'm going to estimate it as a cylinder with a diameter equivalent to the SU-35's height and assume the wings probably fit crammed up in the space there somehow. This gives us a volume of 587m^3, which makes the number of ships perpetually encircling Telemachus.......

Now, listen. This is an unrealistic number of ships. I do not believe that 70 billion people were killed in a single battle.

However.

When I set out on this estimate, I was willing to believe that 5 or so billion were. Between casualties on both sides, maybe a space station or two being destroyed, who knows, maybe they had a space trebuchet? This is only an order of magnitude away from a potentially reasonable number.

QUESTION 6: How Far Can I Stretch These Numbers?

Let's massage these numbers a bit and see what we can do.

First, let's round up the ship volume just a bit-- they're in space, maybe the FTL engine needs a bit of extra room. Let's call it 650m^3.

Then, we can start fiddling with the rubble frequency. Let's say the Iris II is 15 meters tall (it is a space yacht. maybe the ceilings are tall?) and then crank the reaction space up to 2 seconds (which means rubble can pass up to 2 seconds away, but it is still able to be anywhere nearer). And let's say the average piece of rubble is 4 meters across, not 5. Turn the the event frequency down to a 40% chance every 3 seconds, we can get this thing down to around 7 billion ships.

So, in conclusion: the Telemachus space debris ring is officially potentially reasonable! 🎉🎉🎉

Always remember, kids: number fudging is a proud, time-honored tradition when I do it, and a disgusting twisting of the nature of truth itself when anyone I don't like does it.

[clonerightsagenda]

I've got a new existentially terrible space fact for you tonight.

Most of us understand the mechanics of the greenhouse effect. As greenhouse gases build up, they trap heat underneath them. This also means the layers of atmosphere above the greenhouse gases actually cool down. The thermosphere is the layer of our atmosphere where most of our low Earth orbit satellites hang out (as well as the ISS). Cooling temperatures cause the thermosphere to shrink and become less dense.

Why is this a problem? Well, ideally, satellites these days de-orbit themselves at the end of their lifespan so they'll burn up on re-entry. If they aren't built to do that, though, we count on atmospheric drag to slowly knock them out of orbit. A thinner thermosphere means less drag, which means it'll take longer for space junk to fall out of orbit. More space junk equals a higher likelihood of my personal nightmare, Kessler syndrome, which can take out existing satellites and drastically decrease our orbital carrying capacity (number of satellites we can keep in orbit).

Climate change! How else can it fuck us up!

[ask-postcrash-curly]

Okay, Kez, you can do this. What's a little family-inherited psychic link into the "ethereal," right? Geez, you sound like Gramma. Now she was weird. Looks like Mom's coming into it, too. Guess you're next in line. And that's - that's fine. Weird doesn't mean bad. Weird doesn't mean bad.

Okay, okay, shut up. Focus. Focus. Relax your face. Relax. Gravity as a matter of perspective. Right. Heavy wind carrying you into the sky. Troposphere. Stratosphere. Mesosphere, thermosphere, exosphere. Starlings as messengers. The door, the keys, the room. Empty. Moonlight. Quiet. Calm.

...

... Hey, uh. Guy. I mean - sorry. Curly. Can you hear me? Still such a weird name. Wait, did you hear that, too? Shit, sorry. Brain. I didn't mean that. It's not like I have the most charming or conventional name in the world, either. I - is there a way to not spew out every single thought that comes into my head to you? Or is that just what this is like? God, that would drive me insane, were I you. My own head is noisy enough without - uh, this is Kestrel, by the way? If you couldn't tell. Mom is asleep right now, so I, uh... I guess I wanted to try and give this another shot? Prove to myself that it is real? I don't know. Still doesn't really feel like it. But neither do the past few days as a whole. Ugh...

Sorry, I just - this is still a lot to take in for me. I don't even know where to start... the psychic stuff, sure. Mom and Gramma were always kind of... like that? Especially Gramma. Used to say she could hear the "ethereal" or something along those lines. Things like the stars singing or the conversations between ants or my lost-probably-dead cat crying for me after the fact. I always thought she was just trying to make me feel better about that one, though... Gah, I miss you, Zukes.

Wait, sorry, I'm getting off track here. There's also, like... I'm the most confused about who the hell you even are? Spaceman, sure, I'll buy. People go into space all the time. You must be rich as hell, guy. Anyway, but when Mom was freaking out - she said that you were her son, too? But that's... she had me when she was twenty. And as far as I'm aware, she's never had any other relationships after my "father," if you can even call him that. Unless... she kept it a secret, but - no, no, that still wouldn't make sense, either. And somehow that's even harder to believe than the psychic thing. Family is important to her, she... she wouldn't do something like that. I know she wouldn't. And then Tabi's always like, "I think your mom is psychologically incapable of lying, like to a detriment. I'm a little worried about her sometimes." And I'm like, "I know."

Anyway, she's never mentioned anyone named Curly before. Or Grant, or anything. At least... not until a few days ago. God, I... I don't know what happened. Do you? Seems like you talk to her a lot. She sounded fine when we talked over the phone last week. But then out of nowhere she called me, just, screaming her head off. I couldn't understand a thing she was trying to tell me, and then we got disconnected and she wouldn't answer when I tried to call back. I thought - I don't know, I thought she was being fucking murdered! Fuck, I was so scared, man, I was on my way to class already. The next thing I know I'm getting calls left and right from this hospital and that hospital talking about... I don't even know, I-I think I might have actually gone deaf for a few minutes. Couldn't hear a thing anyone was saying to me anymore. I had to drop everything to drive nearly halfway across the country before I was actually expecting to come home. And when I finally do get back, she's - they stuck her in some random psych ward miles away and she wouldn't stop crying. I've never seen her cry so hard, not even - not even when Gramma died. They said the only thing she would talk about was her son, but they didn't mean me. Kept saying... your name. Grant Curly, of Pony Express.

I really didn't... I didn't know what to make of it, at all. I thought it was all my fault. That she had finally lost her marbles from being alone for so long, because I didn't... ugh. I hadn't talked to her in months. Call me an asshole if you want, I know already. I guess "leaving" comes with being my father's son. Ugh. You know I heard her say once that they used to dance together to "Free Bird." And she never even saw it coming. Not that I'm - I'm not blaming her. The irony is just... too stupid.

Didn't mean to make her wait that long, I swear, I just... fuck, I don't even know anymore. Tabi started talking to me about setting boundaries, even though I never really had that much of an issue with how close we have always been. God, I remember being a kid and getting bullied at school because I still called her "Mommy" past a certain age. I wish I could forget the look on her face the first time I said "Mom" instead. She thought I was mad at her about something. I guess I was just getting annoyed because I'm supposed to be an adult now, and I can't... I have to learn how to live on my own, you know? I can't do that if she's clinging to my back all the time. I know she's never been on her own like that before, and that's fine, but I'm trying to - I just have so much other shit to worry about, too. I don't know. I really wasn't trying to cut her off like that, that's... that's the last thing I actually wanted to do. But I felt so bad after a few weeks, and then I put it off more and more, and...

I really missed her...

...

So, can you... tell me what the hell happened there? With you and her, I mean. She hasn't told me much, or - or maybe she did and I wasn't listening. I didn't actually believe any of this until... I don't know, I still kind of don't. But here I am anyway. Talking to ghosts, I guess. So... who are you? And what did you do to her? Sorry, wait, I didn't mean it like that. She said you were hurt, but that's a little... I mean, I've been hurt before, and she never... gah. Look, I just want to know that she won't end up back in the hospital again because of... I don't know, man. I really don't know what the hell is going on anymore.

...

Fuck, I'm tired.

...

Okay, how do I. Uh.

How do I turn this off. Is there like, a secret code, or something? End communication? Am I supposed to just stop thinking? I'm not sure that I can actually do that. Wait, the room thing Mom did worked. Maybe if I... imagine a phone or something, and like...

Hang it u--?

...Hey again! Yeah, I can hear you. I heard you trying to get me to hear you for a minute too. ...And I heard you talking about my name. Hah. Don't worry about it. Uh— Wow, okay. Yeah, no, I'm not really sure? I mean, I can control sometimes what I'm sharing and what I'm not, but things do slip out against my will. Not like I can go back and change it after the fact. Doesn't drive me insane though. Not any more than the isolation would anyways. ...Yep, I know you're Kestrel. Recognized your voice.

That's all right. It's strange, yeah? I think she might be able to predict the future, also. Sort of. Or, well, I guess it didn't happen— Or it did, and then it un-happened...? I don't know. Nevermind. Point is, of course psychic stuff's a lot to take in. I thought I was losing my mind when it started, hah. ...Sorry for your loss there.

Right, okay... I thought she'd explained it to you. Uh. Well, for starters, I'm not rich. Middle-class, if anything. (And probably going to be in debt forever. Cheers.) I'm not here for fun, I'm here for work. Space captain for Pony Express. You know, the interstellar delivery company...? "Giddy-up, galaxy"? With the cartoony horse mascot? They're shutting down, but— Yeah, no, the point is I'm a glorified deliveryman.

Yeah so... Funny thing about that. Shit, this is going to sound completely bonkers.

My co-pilot, uh, crashed our ship into an asteroid. I was in the cockpit during impact, and I got a tad injured. Hah. Anyway, after a couple months lying in the medbay in constant pain, I started hearing voices. Thought I'd lost it at first. After a while of that, your mother joined the crowd. Some of the, uh, younger voices wanted me to adopt them...? Still not really sure why, but I agreed to be their unofficial father figure. Then someone asked me if I wanted to be adopted rather than adopting, and I said I didn't think anyone would want to adopt an adult man who already had parents, and your mother volunteered. I think it was mostly a joke at first but I happened to be having a very miserable time in desperate need of comfort, and, well. It sorta stopped being a joke. Point is, no, we're not biologically related. Sorry, I'm sure this is, uh, really strange for you.

About that, uh... I don't... There was some... time travel thing? Fuck, I still don't understand it. But from what I understand, there was a first timeline where my crew all died brutally and I was tossed into cryostasis that all the voices remember and I don't. I've seen how it would've played out. Just don't have that first-person recollection... It's more or less fixed now. Sorry for the hospital and the scare. I didn't... Yeah, I'm sorry.

Not your fault, no. S'what happens when we grow up, yeah...? She was upset about it, but that wasn't why that happened. That was all me. ...Don't think it makes you like that asshole, either.

Mm. Yeah. Could come up with some sort of compromise, maybe? Scheduling a call once a week...? Something like that. Up to you two.

I'm not a ghost. Not yet anyways. I'm Curly, as we've said. Nothing on purpose... No, no, you're all right. It's, uh... God, okay, this might... be unpleasant to hear. Certainly unpleasant to live through. I'm rather, uh, burnt. Badly. To the point of not really having much skin. Including my lips and my eyelids. So. Yeah. Also down an eye. And hands and feet. And one of my legs, but that, uh, was something else. Sorry.

Listen. I'll be real with you, Kestrel. I'm not... I don't... Your mother really wants to believe we'll make it back to Earth. But our chances don't look so great. And, well. If one day you both stop hearing me... Please be there for her? She isn't... going to take it well, I don't think. Sorry, I know that's a lot to put on you.

...

Wait, wait, hold on. How old are you again...?

[tokiro07]

Undead Unluck ch.237 thoughts

[GAME! Final Results...]

(Topics: thematic analysis - loss/acceptance, speculation - epilogue)

nOOO!!! Clothy!!! My son!!!

I failed you! I thought for sure I found a way to keep you alive, but we still lost you...!!!

Hic...no...no, it had to be this way, didn't it...loss was always a part of this story. The acceptance of death, found through the reflection of one's life, is one of the primary themes of the narrative, someone had to go, and Clothy's circumstances provided a perfect opportunity for that

Say Yes to the Dress

He represents the loss of the UMAs as a whole while also giving someone for Fuuko to grieve. He gives Tozuka the chance to illustrate what the world looks like without UMA while also letting us, the audience, feel the weight of that change. But most of all, he primes us for what's to come

You may have noticed that Clothy's once monstrous face has significantly softened over time. In recent chapters, his eyes have been ovular and cartoonish, but in this chapter in particular, he has a familiar distinctive brow and toothy grin. In this chapter, Clothy looks exactly like Andy

Clothy has gained the same mentality as Andy. He's lived more than long enough and achieved far more than he was ever meant to accomplish. He has nothing to regret, and his legacy is secured. All of humanity will still have clothes, but more importantly, in his final act, he leaves a parting gift for his friends to remember him by: a wedding dress, for Andy and Fuuko's union, keeping him alive in the hearts of those who mattered most to him

Seeing such a dear friend pass on with literally the same smile as Andy feels like foreshadowing for the main event to come. By showing us the event in miniature, Tozuka prepares us mentally for the real thing, helping it to feel less sudden and easing the pain of it: giving us time to accept it ourselves

But like I said last week, there's still one member of the cast who may not be ready to accept these losses

It's All Ruined

With the removal of all Negation abilities, the logical conclusion is that Ruin, who presumably is still floating in the thermosphere, immediately died upon losing Unruin. Funny as that is to think about, though, Ruin was surely brought back to Earth and restored the same way that everyone else's bodies were healed

How he'll reunite with the cast is unclear for now, but I think his role will be to question the value of the final outcome, to illustrate what the cost of losing this fantastical world really was. We take at face value that this is the ideal outcome, but like everything else, it's a matter of perspective, and Ruin's isn't invalid just because it's unpopular

Japanese fans have been quick to point out that the kanji that Luna uses when she says that Negator abilities will be "extinguished" are 消滅 (shometsu). Extinguish is a fine translation, but the first kanji alone would suffice for that; the second kanji carries the connotation of destruction, complete erasure, and most interestingly, ruin

Yes, it's the kanji that is specifically used in Unruin. This implies that, in some way, this action is ruinous, so some folks believe that Ruin's Negator ability will overcome this "reward," and as I suggested last week, he might be able to use it to bring back at least the UMAs if not other Negator abilities and Artifacts. On some level I feel like that would invalidate the emotion of Clothy's "death," but I also think it would make for an interesting final philosophical debate

If nothing else, I think the conclusion of Ruin's story will play on Luna's last words:

"We will no longer intervene in this world. We will simply continue to watch over it as the Sun and Moon from here. A place no one knows. A place with no Gods."

The Great Beyond

This line implies the existence of an afterlife, and may refer to the Subspace that souls have been established to go to since, presumably, no one actually remembers Subspace after death. Everyone has conversed with their predecessors' souls at this point, but that's all anyone remembers from Subspace, so there's no evidence that anyone actually knows anything concrete about it

If that's the case, then it's likely that the UMAs that became the laws of nature also passed onto this afterlife. I don't think that Ruin is actually going to revive the UMA, but I do think he'll have a way to reach or communicate with Subspace, giving us a glimpse at how the UMA have established their own world distinct from that of humans. I wouldn't be surprised if Ruin himself even finds a way to travel to that world, abandoning this one for good

The idea of Ruin giving up on life in our world may seem antithetical to the messages of the story, but remember, Fuuko said she wanted to make a world where people could make their own decisions without being subject to the whims of the Gods. A place where people who want to live can live, and people who want to die can die

If Ruin doesn't want to live in this new world, because he can find no place in it, then it should be his right to leave it and pursue the life that he does want. Again, it may show the downsides to the world that Fuuko created, but even this is a matter of perspective

Regardless of what happens if or when Ruin comes back to Earth, though, there is one much more glaring downside to the rewards Luna gave out: the loss of Fuuko's memories

Will You Love Me Again?

Because they're just items, the loss of the Artifacts seemed like it was going to be a bit of an afterthought, the least impactful of the three Rewards. If Apocalypse were still around, he'd have a moment like Clothy's, but he got his months ago, so he didn't need to compete for screentime here

However, the presence of The Heart, even depleted, was the only thing keeping Fuuko's memories intact. The moment it vanished, as its shell shattered, so too did Fuuko's memories, their fragments fading away in one of my favorite panels that Tozuka has ever produced. If we ever make it to the anime, this is the moment I'm most excited for

To drive the weight of this moment home, we see Akira bidding farewell to Anno Un, we see Shen and Mui fall from Kinto'un as they try to make their way to Fuuko, and we see Latla running to her only to trip as Blade Runner is replaced with her original leg. The Artifacts were not an afterthought, they were a key component of this world and these characters, and their loss cannot be overstated, even if everyone is ultimately better off

While some of the cast are impeded from coming to Fuuko's side by the sudden change and others are simply paralyzed, the only one who makes it to Fuuko is Tatiana. Fuuko's first friend and her final recruit to the Union, finally wearing clothes like Fuuko wanted to see her in, and Fuuko doesn't even recognize her

The tables have completely turned. Though Fuuko can finally touch whoever she likes, she's the one who can't wear the clothes she wants to, completely unaware of the significance of the dress in front of her. Now she's the one who can't remember the pains and the joys of her life before now, the one who is no longer the person she was before that everyone wanted to be with

"I want to wear that dress the way I am right now." That line, echoing what she said before initiating the loop, "I want to live in that world with everyone as they exist now," is simply heartbreaking. The saddest line in the entire series in my opinion, as it highlights how Fuuko is the only one not to reap the benefits of her own efforts

And yet...it carries hope

Because that line doesn't exist in a vacuum. It's not a lamentation, it's a request, her final order as the boss of the Union: "bring me back." And of course, Andy responds: "leave it to me"

As Luna fades away and Fuuko looks on in confusion at the bittersweet expressions of the gathering of strangers, the man holding the dress catches her attention: "yo, brat. You free right now?"

With Fuuko's memories gone, the man known as Andy is dead. All that remains is a long-lived man with no name and no place in the world, a wanderer looking for meaning. Fortunately, he knows where to find it: with the girl who gave him his name and a place to belong, a reason to live. The goal is the same as it always was: get her to fall in love with him, make a happy life together, and see it through to the end

The Greatest Death Ever

Until next time, let's enjoy life!

[rantingravingliving]

Hello, Hello

because it's Thirstday, it is just but fitting to mark the 4th day of Jimtober with some of the hottest Jimins we've been blessed with throughout the years.

And let's start with this Jimin from the Wings era:

I don't know about you but everything about this Jimin is just thirst-worthy. And the sexiest things about this Jimin are his beautiful body line and that delicate hand covering his sight. Jimin, when captured while dancing, is just breathtaking to behold, and in this snapshot, sizzling.

The next Jimins wear the best accessory that propels his hotness into the thermosphere.

Jimin rocking these colored specs (come on Gentle Monster, you got to make that offer) is just swoon-worthy. He wears glasses so well and makes his beautiful face more alluring.

Before we proceed, let's have some water break:

I don't know about you but I need more drenched /wet Jimin in my life. And that slicked back hair (bonus points when the undercut is showing) just makes you want to drink that Jimin up.

Just like this Jimin

Jimin looks extra hot whenever he wears a dress shirt or a suit, like:

But even if he is just wearing casual clothes, he still exudes sexiness:

The great thing about Jimin? You'll never know who you'll get. You can get the hot today then the cutie tomorrow then the pretty next week. But one thing for sure, whoever Jimin we get for the day, he'll never fail to evoke a strong response, because that's THE PARK JIMIN we are talking about.

Leaving you with this Jimin that I am pretty sure is the one to blame for the current Tannies chest collection, hehe

[rascalentertainments]

Wish Granted 🌟👩🏾🎶: How Star Came to Earth 🌍 (Bonus Story)

(This story starts years before the events of the story, and leads up to "This Wish")

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In this special space of Earth's atmosphere called "The Startosphere" ,its located in a cosmic space between the the mesosphere and thermosphere. In this space, millions of stars travel across the galaxy as nomads. They go around seeing different nebula formations, constellations and other wonders of the universe!

All of the star people have cosmic power, but its never been used to the extent of actually permanently changing their own form, let alone turning into animals or a human.

That is, until one young Star saw the Earth.

Humans and animals fascinated him even when he was just a plushie shaped star. He loved how everyone seem to know each other, had exotic creatures in their everyday lives, and eating things like, what were those things called? Oh yeah, food. Food looked good.

And the humans! He loved the humans so much, our Star slowly changed his outward appearance to look just like to them.

Now, our Star was quite different amongst his family and species. As the Star nomads live together and slowly start to drift apart, they learn to live independently from one another. So independently that they're accustomed to traveling alone for decades, there's no need to make friends or even mate often because there's nearly endless stars in the sky.

Our Star did not like to be alone. He loved to make friends and loved his family, but his big happy family did not last forever.

Our Star had a mother, a father and five brothers. His parents were a bit quieter than their children, and the children themselves enjoyed being loud and playing with each other. They could get a little rough, but always managed to have fun. His mother and father did have their hands full, especially when our Star liked to zoom around the moon trying trick them into playing an extra game.

Star had no name, and neither did his two younger brothers. But his older brothers gained the names of Orion and Draco. They started off being together as one group, but as time went on and two of then reached departure age, they became distant from their siblings. When the time came for them to leave at 15 years. Tears were not shed. They would miss their family, but not enough to leave a lingering attachment. As years pass for the star nomads, the memories of friends, mates or family, will fade as they naturally adjust to being alone.

When Our Star reached his departure age, he held onto his memories like a vice. Not wanting to forget the love he had for them. There were days he missed his younger brothers to who always asked for him play a game of tag. Days he missed his mother's calm voice when she sang to calm them down. Days he even missed his stubborn father's well meaning lectures on not getting his head in the clouds.

As our Star traveled, he met lots of unique nomads, all with their own personalities, likes and dislikes. One thing he always wanted to learn about with them was Earth. The nomads had seen Earth dozens of times, and grew a bit bored. They preferred to see planets and nebula outside of the Earth's system.

But our Star couldn't do that. The more he watched Earth and humans, the more he wanted to go there. He just didn't know how.

Star traveled with other nomads, hoping that one of them would be a traveling companion. But it seemed that they would only stick around for a week at most, and then decide to leave. It would be days before he saw one or more nomads at a time.

Star did try to stick with them to other places, but the longer he was around them, the more the other nomads started to get annoyed. He was still a young one, and perhaps he needs to get used to being alone to mellow himself out. It was simply a phase he needed to pass.

But each year he got older, Star still talked about Earth. Like, nearly 24/7. Every nomad he encountered had already seen Earth, but never wanted to talk about it to this extent. Star already knew just about everything having to do with space, and he always saw nearly the sane thing everyday. Earth was always changing, something new happened each day and was full of surprises.

Star attempts for friendship started to backfire, so eventually the other stars were honest to him. He was told many reasons they refused to travel with him:

"You're way too obsessed with Earth."

"The universe is infinite, why bother with one tiny planet?"

"Can you stop talking for five minutes?"

"You know you don't have to hug everyone you meet?"

"Its not working out, you're just...too much to handle."

"I think its better if we travel apart."

It took Star a very long time to process. At one point he traveled with a female nomad named Astra, whom he thought maybe would be different because she enjoyed Earth a lot too. However, after a week traveling together, she challenged him to a race around Earth's moon. Star won the race, and waited hours, but he never saw Nova again.

Now he understood. He was the problem.

So years passed, he traveled but spoke less and less each year. Knowing that anyone he traveled with would leave him. It hurt, but he didn't say anything. He could feel his own glow dimming as his joy was fading.

After he turned 18, he finally came across a group of stars gathered near Earth, discussing the activity of the humans. Feeling a spark of hope, he flew to join them. Perhaps he could get advice on a name for himself! But once he arrived...

It was the same. Star was infamous for his non stop chatter and pestering about Earth, so now most stars learned to stay away from him.

Star could feel his heart sink (If he had one). He finally decided to give up finding a friend, let alone a mate.

So Star sat on a small nebulae in front of a good area of Earth, and watch the people go by. He longed to be down there, surrounded by friends. But there's no way he could ever get there on his own. He was stuck in space, alone.

Star laid down on the cloud, closed his eyes and patiently waited. Waited for the supernova to activate. It would be quite a long time, as stars live for billions of years, but he could wait.

Everything was quite. Until...

🎶So I look up at the stars to guide me🎶

Star's eyes popped open. He sat up and look around.

🎶And I'm throwing all caution to the side🎶

"Hey, is one of you guys singing right now?" He asked a few nomads passing by. The two that heard him shook their heads.

🎶If knowing what we could be is what drives me 🎶

🎶Then let me be the first to stand and shout!🎶

Star stood up and looked at the Earth, now realizing it was a woman's voice. It was such a beautiful voice... He could feel it changing something in him as he looked at a shining light coming from the Iberian Peninsula. The song was pulling him in as he heard the voice continue.

🎶So I make this wish, to have something more for us than this!🎶

🎶So I make this wish, to have something more for us than this!🎶

Star's eyes lit up and a goofy smile stretched across his face. His yellow glow returned as he felt his joy return to his body as he heard the voice gradually get louder.

"She's calling me... SHE'S CALLING ME!" Star shouted as he nearly fell off the could. He ended up doing back flips out of excitement.

"What are you on about?" Asked an older male nomad.

Star zipped over to him. "You hear that? Don't you?"

🎶Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah🎶

🎶Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ah🎶

🎶More than this, oh, whoa, whoa, ah🎶

The nomad rolled his eyes. "Humans sing all the time for various reasons. Sometimes a bit too much."

"But she's singing to me! Out of all the stars in this universe, she's calling me!" Star could barely contain his excitement, he didn't even realize the nomad was slowly back away from him.

Star listens once more to the song:

🎶I always knew I needed freedom to go,🎶

🎶But, I did what I was told when someone told me, "No!"🎶

🎶Now I've got all of this desire in my heart🎶

🎶And I just can't keep the lid on, but I don't know where to start!🎶

"OHMYGOSH, she's feels how I feel! This is insane, we both want the same thing!" Star paced on the cloud as his mind was racing as his glow began to flicker in unison with her singing. The nomad quietly flew away, hoping that the insane sounding Star didn't notice him.

🎶Cause we've been here generations and generations,🎶

🎶Oh, where should I even begin?🎶

🎶I'm done keeping my thoughts in🎶

🎶No, I won't stop, no, I'm already rushing in!🎶

Star gasped. "Okay, okay, calm down. She clearly needs my help, but how do I get down there?" He rubbed his knuckle on his forehead. "Think! Think! Think!"

He opened his eyes and saw a small glowing trail that seemed to lead to the very shining spot he was looking at. He looked down at his own hands, and an idea finally arrived.

🎶If I could just be free of this feeling of suspension,🎶

🎶Oh, where do I go and what do I do?🎶

🎶My heart is breaking, but my head's held high,🎶

🎶The way you always taught me to🎶

"Don't you worry, I'm on way there, just hang on!" He told the voice. The joyous Star closed his eyes and focused all his power on the song. The light in the center of his chest began to shine, his glow grew brighter and brighter as the other nomads began to notice.

🎶So I look up at the stars to guide me🎶

🎶And I'm taking this as a sign🎶

🎶I'm sure there will be challenges that find me🎶

🎶But I can take them on one at a time🎶

Star's flickering was fluctuating rapidly as it kept in sync with her singing. He took a took a running stance on the cloud and his power built up more and more, until he was filled to the brim with magic.

"What is that guy doing?!" One of the nearby nomads asked.

Star's eyes opened wide, as they burned a bright yellow. "HERE I COME!"

🎶So I make this wish🎶

With all his might and his heart focused on the beautiful voice, Star rocketed himself towards the Earth, leaving a shockwave of light and stardust behind and causing the other nomads to be blown backwards. The stars were rattling due to the aftershock.

🎶To have something more for us than this🎶

🎶So I make this wish🎶

🎶To have something more for us than this!🎶

Star took off at such an incredible speed, he looked like a comet coming to Earth. He was so full of excitement to finally come to his favorite planet, he laughed on his way down.

🎶Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah (so I make this wish) 🎶

🎶Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ah (to have something more) 🎶

🎶More than this, oh, whoa, whoa, ah🎶

The bright star was rapidly approaching Earth's atmosphere, and eventually entering the Iberian Peninsula. He was going so fast he barely had time to take in the surroundings as the music swelled up.

🎶So I make this wish 🎶

🎶To have something more for us than this!🎶

Asha slowly opens her eyes once she finishes and notices one of the stars seems to be flickering rather quickly. It wasn't doing that before. At first Asha wasn't really going to pay it any mind, but then it started to get brighter. And brighter. And brigther. It got so bright that she had to shield her eyes from the light.

The animals near her feet scrambled away, except for Valentino who beleted and hid behind her legs. Asha could barely see, but she swore she could hear... laughing? She tries to look back at the sky, only to see something hurtling STRAIGHT TOWARDS HER.

"What the he-" (her eyes widened) VALENTINO, RUN!" Asha exclaimed as she and the goat tried to run down from the tree. The laughing was growing louder and louder. Seeing that it was pointless, she grabbed her little friend and the two hit the ground together. Just in time too, because that ball of light wooshed right over their heads and down the hill, still laughing along the way.

Star realized he passed by the singing woman way too quickly, and he forgot to account for one thing. "I DON'T KNOW HOW TO STOP!"

Both of them looked up and saw the bright light going down the hill, the glowing ball flying through the air until–

"Ow!"

Thump!

"Ow!"

Thump!

"Ack!"

Crack!

"Oof!"

*Cat screeches*

"Sorry! AAAAAHHH–"

BOOM! 🌠

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FINAL THOUGHTS

So, how we feeling? 😅

I've been meaning to write this one for a while, as providing extra backstory and lore to "Wish Granted". A lot of readers were curious on what Star's life was like before coming to Earth, since the main story has only been dropping small hints. Towards the end, Star will tell Asha why he doesn't want to go back to space, giving her more understanding of why he's been so determined to stay on Earth. Its also why he loves that there are other Starboys and Stargirls to hang with, he's not alone anymore!

This is probably the saddest story I've written, but I wanted it to have a good outcome, and show what it was like for Star during "This Wish". This is actually the scenario I pictured for the actual film, where Star came to Earth because of Asha's passion and desire to help was so strong, it literally reached the stars! But according to the director, it was star dust. Good lord...

Plus I've seen stories where Starboy comes to Earth and feels homesick, likes Earth but chooses to go home, or they get forced back home. Most of the time they really love being in space. I wanted to play with the idea of a star who hated being in space in the first place and wanted to come to Earth.

It also ties into my upcoming teaser poster for the story where the tagline is "She called. He answered." So I'm glad that actually has a pay off.

The main story will continue later on, just want to finish my outline. And more people are returning of their studies, so I'm real excited to talk to the other writers again! 😁

Thanks for reading!

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@starss-artss

[adm-starblitzsteel-4305]

Mothra and Astra (larva) looked up at the night sky together. Astra, noticing the stars, reached out to them.l

Mothra: do you like the stars?

Astra: *chirps*

Mothra: one day, we'll fly togther, i'll show you the stars closer.

HEADCANON!!!

Since Mothra Astra possessed a rare power to fly higher up to the Earth's atmosphere (I must say, she loves flying higher into space), Mothra makes sure her daughter won't outbalanced the gravity, pressure and temperature once she is there. It's super rare for a moth to fly into space because there's no air molecules to breathe, except the Princess.

She likes flying in the thermosphere because of the auroras' colorful brilliance and the UV radiation somehow she detected, which makes her bioluminiscence even more stronger.

Certain times that Godzilla nearly have a heart attack after seeing his precious daughter dive down like a burning meteor in the atmosphere, seemingly not having a single scratch...but he scolded her 😐

But HEY! OPPOSITE SCOLDING!!!

Mothra hates Godzilla for bringing their daughter on a sea to swim.

And Godzilla hates Mothra for bringing their daughter up from the sky to the extent which he regretted it of dying.

Supervisions are thin though...

Plus, an ideal connection to the stars is something Astra transpires for as a role in the future.

[to-be-a-dreamer]

In case anyone else was wondering, I did the math and, to reach a speed of 5000 mph by going up in a plane and jumping out or something, you would have to free fall from a height of approximately 160 miles, which is in the thermosphere (not breathable air) and doesn't leave you with enough distance to decelerate safely so it's not really a viable method. Yes I took a break from the action movie show to do physics don't worry about it

Scratch work for reference

[idontknowwhatnametouseyet]

I would like to enquire on what the heck the IMPSRC is

And maybe races

And maybe multiverses

"IMPSRC" is an acronym for "International Magma-Powered Skyborn Railgrav Cannon"

It's a "Sub-Orbital Superweapon". Albeit a small one, opposed to any Anti-Behemoth weapon.

As this name implies, it is literally powered by the Mantle of a planet, and fires a gravitationally-magnified electromagnetic bullet. Most specifically, the ferrous metals within the Mantle it picks up before going into the Thermosphere.

TL;DR: it lets itself go into free-fall after reaching the several-hundred kilometers mark, corrects its aim when needed, and fires its "Mini Fucking Sun" with enough force to not only restructure the local terrain effective-immediately, but also significantly dampen the weapon's own speed. Not so much that it gently touches the ground, but enough for it to survive with only moderate damage – still activating a parachute and propulsion, softening it's impact enough to receive only small damage.

It's because the large ones damage themselves simply by being used, that smaller ones were created, and are used extremely sparingly.

For the others, you'll need separate dedicated Asks.