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noffy96 · 5 months ago

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Future Eclipse X Cygni Story! decided to give it a whirl at a point where these two are finally together. Hope you all enjoy seeing this new side of the relationship

Nights, Hugs and Cats

Chapter 1

Word count: 5,354

Status: complete

Summary:

Cygni was lying on his side of the bed. Curled onto his side facing the center. Rays had retracted to lay comfortably, making him look like a golden lunar model. Their blanket had slipped a little off his shoulders, and his charging cable was snugly plugged into the back of his head.

He looked peaceful, serene, and utterly beautiful. The light from the window glinted off his casing. Had he fallen asleep waiting for him? His face wasn't in a worried frown so he might have just gone to bed. Or had he intended to go get him when the hour was up and fallen asleep instead?

Then a new realisation washed over him. While this wasn’t the first time he had seen his lover sleep. This was the first time Cygni had fallen asleep before him ever since they had gotten together

Eclipse goes to bed, while his boyfriend is already asleep.

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He saved his progress. Double then triple-checked if it actually saved before shutting down his computer for the night.

He glanced at his internal clock. 2:32 a.m. One more hour of work had turned into three, but it at least was done. Final blueprints measured and outlined, and he could show them to Moon like he promised Cygni and he could finally fucking move on with the actual build.

Right now he didn't want to even think about it anymore. Turns out that having a hand with just four fingers instead of five was a lot harder to work with. He just wanted to go to fucking bed. He turned off the light in the study plunging the house into total darkness.

Night vision clicking on, he walked through the living room. Looking forward to collapsing into the bed. He stopped in his tracks as he caught a glimpse of Pepper’s empty water bowl. For a moment he thought of waiting till morning but he knew the angry furball would be clawing at their bedroom door the second he was awake if he didn’t fill it now

Or somehow open the door again, and wake him by jumping on his chest and demanding his food like the princess he is.

Deciding that a full night's sleep was more important. He quietly went to the kitchen as silently as he could fill the bowl. Hopefully not wake up Pepper in the progress. As the water filled the bowl he glanced at his replaced arm, he hopefully wouldn’t have to deal with it much longer.

Fazzbear of course couldn’t do things right and had been messing up their orders. He preferred the glam rock endo arm over not having one at all. But it was still unwieldy as fuck.

He thought he had managed to keep quiet until he put the bowl down. Pepper was staring at him with one eye from the pillow on the couch. Looking very put out that he had been woken up

Very gently he reached over and used his claws to gently scratch him behind the ear as an apology. He kept at it until his eyes closed and the gentle sleepy purrs filled the room.

Making sure his frame didn't squeak he got up. Double-checking every door was closed and locked and finally made his way upstairs. Stepping into their room with a quiet sigh of relief as the door clicked shut behind him. Wrangling his shirt over his head, and dropping it into the hamper as he moved towards the bed.

With great difficulty, he managed to gently untangle the friendship bracelet Earth had given him. Laying it on the nightstand, carefully as it slowly was starting to fray. He was about to take his pants off when his gaze landed on the bed and he froze.

Then a new realisation washed over him. While this wasn’t the first time he had seen his lover sleep. This was the first time Cygni had fallen asleep before him ever since they had gotten together

They had always gone to bed at the same time. Now for the very first time…he hadn’t. He knew why…at least for himself. He was afraid to lose him again. To close his eyes and realise that he was gone.

But waking up, and falling asleep with his boyfriend's weight against him. Arms wrapped tight yet loving, the soft kisses and whispered ‘i love you’s ‘ from them both. That showed that this was real…it had helped them both.

That and moving out of the bunker…it no longer felt safe after everything.

He didn't do that tonight. Cygni had kissed him when going to bed…whispered a good night. Giving him a knowing look when he told him he would be up within the hour, before leaving him to his work.

He thought about leaning over and kissing Cygni’s cheek, but he really didn't wanna disturb his partner's sleep mode. He was a light sleeper anyway.

The longer he stood there, just staring at his sleeping form. The more it felt like he was doing something invasive. Cygni was unaware. He could freak out if he woke up to him lying next to him. Even if they were dating. Should he stay in the guest room for the night? Just to be safe

He felt his face flush. Growling quietly at the ridiculous thoughts, he was overthinking this. He was just going to bed like always. Cygni was just asleep. It was fine.

The implied trust was something he was trying to not think too deeply about. He switched out his pants for a pair of soft sweatpants, glancing down at his lover still sleeping soundly. His arm twitched softly against the sheets, and the sweater he was wearing slipped down his arm till it bunched at his elbow, the white scarring now visible in the evening light. Making him realise he should really close the curtains.

He reached over to do just that, never taking his eyes off his boyfriend. Watching him he found it funny how opposite they could be in some ways. He preferred to just sleep in his sweats, hating the way a shirt would smother his fans and make him feel like he was overheating.

Cygni meanwhile couldn’t fall asleep without a shirt on. The buttons on his chest were too sensitive. Feeling the bedding and blanket shave against it any time he moved would wake him up, forgoing pants to keep his body temperature regular under the warm blankets.

When he went shopping with Earth the other day he had the sappy thought when he could have bought some pj’s for them to share. He had resisted…he wasn’t sure if he could resist the temptation next time. He had ignored Earth’s knowing look.

He froze when he placed his knee on the bed, Cygni had moved slightly, to make sure his lover would not wake up, and he locked himself in place, Yet Cygni didn’t move any further. Slowly, carefully he lifted the blanket and slipped underneath the cover next to his boyfriend.

It felt like his mechanical heart was thumping in his throat as he watched his lover beside him. There was that awful gnawing feeling at the back of his head that he was invading his space.

Taking a slow deep breath he tried to banish the stupid anxious thoughts by looking at the facts he had. Cygni had never kicked him out of bed…well once so he could lie in, but that was different. In fact, his love was always eager to hug and hold him. Especially once it was clear they were in private. It told him he was welcome in his space.

He glanced down at their darkened room, lights off, curtains closed and slowly moving by the wind of the cracked open window. Their own private space, no chance of anyone spying on them anymore. Not Moon in the bunker they were hiding in. No more Lord to jump out at them from a locked dimension.

But they both still kept most of their relationship quite private. Even with the threads gone,

Cygni seemed to delight in the fact that he showed his more loving side to him, and him alone. The slightly possessive yet pleased gaze was a good look on him. Not to say that he completely shied away from showing affection in public. But it was different when it was just the two of them. It felt like he could finally relax.

That after years of keeping walls up, he didn’t have to. He would rather die again than show anyone else that. He was also delighted to be able to see the more…aggressive side of his lover. Cygni would likely forever feel a little bit like he has to be what others think of him. So to be the person who got to see all of him was amazing.

To be trusted with that. It was something he cherished with both his hands, held it close to his chest and held it tight!

He blinked out of his internal thoughts as Cygni’s hand between them twitched against the mattress. His eyes shot up to his lover's face, trying to see if there were signs of distress. Luckily he seemed to still be relaxed. There was a slight twitch in his right eye, but that was likely because of the still missing optic.

Part of him wanted to reach out and trace the white, lightning-looking scarring that started…well ended he supposed, around his lover's eyes, down his neck and arm to the origin point on his hand.

But rubbing on the sensitive casing, even gently, would likely wake him up. Cygni slept pretty lightly. When they still lived in the bunker he had carried him to bed a couple of times, and he always woke up, grumbling and annoyed. Yet when he placed him in his bed the murmured thanks were soft and grateful, He always had to quiet his fans in order not to give it away how much the sweet voice had done to him.

So even if he wanted to pull him in his arms he stayed right where he was. He placed his own hand close to Cygni’s. Their pinkies almost touched, staring at his lover's serene face.

For a moment, here behind the closed doors of their bedroom, where it was just the two of them. He let himself feel all the happiest and sappiest thoughts. Smiling at Cygni marveling at the fact how lucky he was to have him as his lover.

To know that if he was awake, he could lean over and press a kiss against his teeth. That Cygni welcomed them and was eager for them. Would pull him just as close and golden-tinted fingers would trace over his face, arms and back.

He was looking forward to sleeping like this for many more nights. Waking up, and gently kissing his boyfriend awake. Smother him with gentle affection until they had to go and face the world again.

He slowly closed his own eyes. Venting out all air slowly, one by one putting all systems in idle mode, and feeling himself drift off.

That was until he felt something brush against his hand. Smiling, he felt Cygni’s fingers ghost against his own. Then to his surprise, the hand didn’t stop moving, His idle functions stopped abruptly and opened his eyes as Cygni's hand was clumsily patting across his arm tugging lightly.

Cygni’s eyes were still closed, with a tiny frown between his eyes. The hand had now reached his shoulder and was now insistently tugging. There was a soft grunt of annoyance coming from his lover. It seemed that Cygni was trying to pull him closer in his sleep. The thumping in his chest was back, and after a fourth insistent tug, he followed along, hoping that his lover stayed asleep.

Pretty soon his face was buried against Cygni’s chest, One arm had wormed itself under him and was holding his hip, the one that had been tugging at his shoulder was now wrapped around his arm and back.

He was a little stuck, arms trapped against his side in Cygni’s hold. He tilted his head a little but Cygni was sleeping on. He let out a surprised chuckle, with a little wriggling he managed to free one of his arms to warp around his lover in return.

His boyfriend let out a happy big sigh as he did. It ghosted against his rays, so he tilted his head down again. So the sensations didn’t distract him.

He lay there, thoughts racing as their legs tangled slowly beneath the blanket. It was nice to be the one held for once. They normally fell asleep with Cygni hugging his front of his lover being the little spoon to his bigger spoon.

It had become so normal, he just hadn’t thought about…this. Lying in his lover's arms instead. The few times he had been less than innocent, he quickly deleted the thoughts that had come with that. This was so not the time to be thinking about any of that, flicking off the glow that wanted to come to his face.

The hand on his back moved a little, looking back up. Just like the previous time, Cygni was still sleeping soundlessly. None the wiser of the frenzy of code and wires he was making him. With a flush, he nuzzled a little closer, as he felt a smile tug against his teeth. Cygni never seemed to be able to fully comprehend how much he loved him.

The arms around him tightened briefly, and with it, the thrumming in his chest sped up. He felt safe like this. That the arms around him would protect him from harm, when was the last time he was held like this? Has he ever been held like this? He didn’t think so.

Earth might have been his first friend, giving him his first hug. Yet it was Cygni who had taught him how to give them back. Who, while being terrified out of his mind most of the time. Still acted kind, searching out that connection that they both hadn’t had.

Right now for a moment, a brief moment he could just be. It was disarming, absolutely nerve-wracking. At the same time there was nowhere else he would rather be. That if Cygni turned around right this second. Let go of him completely. It would hurt, that he scrambled after him lost and confused. Accidentally used his claws on him to keep him close. It was weird to know that. That he would let himself do that.

If any of his former selves would see him now, they’d call him pathetic. Yet he knew how despite all their anger…how lonely and scared they had been. Right now he wasn’t. Not like they had been. He would do anything to keep it that way, for the both of them.

Cygni’s mouth brushed against his rays again, and he denied the surprised chirp he let out till his death. Slowly…steadily it was pretty clear that his lover would move no more, Then slowly as the idle program started up again one after the other. For the first time ever. He fell asleep in his lover's arms

Waking up again a few hours later was a slow progress. He felt himself slowly come online one progress at a time. His core temperature was reading a nice perfect warmth. As the sensors came online and registered in his brain, he became aware of the arm still warped around his back. But during the night they had moved. They were no longer lying side to side. Instead, they had seemingly rolled over. So now he was on top of his lover,

That meant there was now room for Cygni’s rays, and they had popped out of their housings again. The bottom two brushed against his own top ones. It tickled lightly, yet not unpleasantly. Cygni’s shirt was sticking against his faceplate, but that mattered little.

Flexing his fingers, he realised that the arm he had freed the night before had somehow travelled all the way up, and was now gently holding onto one of Cygni’s rays. The endo glamrock arm was trapped beneath Cygni’s sleeping form.

Well he thought his boyfriend was still sleeping, but he felt the giggling laugh beneath him when his fingers flexed against his lover's rays again.

“Morning Clipse”

He grunted a little in response, his internal clock read it was a little before ten, not terribly early, not really late. Yet he wanted to savour this feeling for a little bit. Soft teeth clicked against his ray in a kiss. He gently squeezed Cygni’s ray back in response, and let his fingers gently trace the edges of it.

“Comfy?”

He let out another happier-sounding grunt. Cygni’s chest shook with another happy chuckle. The arm holding him, squeezed him gently afterwards gently stroking up and down his back, with another kiss placed against his rays.

“It took longer than an hour…did it not?”

Cygni muttered smugly against his rays. He grunted annoyedly, keeping his eyes stubbornly closed. He didn’t need the ‘i told you so’s’ even if his lover had been right. Another happy rumble came from beneath him.

“Did you have a good rest at least?”

He nodded a little and was delighted to hear the happy chirp coming out of his lover's chest from so close. For a couple of minutes, they stayed just like that. Just comfortable tangled together. Eventually, he raised his head to look his boyfriend in the eye.

The singular yellow ring staring at him seemed to be sparkling with happiness. The eyelid of his damaged eye was still closed. From so close he wanted to place a kiss against the damaged optic. Soothe the ache the scarring would be causing. Before he could do any of that, one hand came to his head gently combing through his rays, and it took everything in him to let the soft soothing motion, not lull him back into a gentle idle sleep mode.

“Not too heavy for you…am I? “

He managed to mumble through the warm sensations, there was another laugh. A hand cupped beneath his chin and he was pulled into a soft kiss. The other hand wrapped tightly around his back, keeping him in place against his lover's front.

“Not at all, could wake up to this more often”

He hummed feeling the same. There was another tug against his rays and he let himself be pulled into another kiss. All other thoughts just seemed to slip away.

He was soaking up every drop of affection given to him like a starving flower. The fight to control everything left him with every pass over his rays. With every stroke along his back, Cygni managed to untangle him like it was nothing.

So when the grip tightened and suddenly Cygni had flipped them around. The mouth against his own pressing more harshly, tongue requesting access. He let himself sack against the soft mattress, and his pumps thumbing against his chassis. Slowly letting his lover dominate the kiss.

Cygni was gorgeous like this. When he took what he wanted from him, yet he held him like he was precious. He fought against the moan that wanted to escape his voicebox when Cygni’s claws came out to gently scratch against his rays.

He could feel his lover smile even through all the tongue and teeth. He was kissed a little harder, the little bit of his own fight that he had was leaving him. Cygni's taste was all he could feel, overpowering him. His own hands held onto his lover above him, keeping their bodies close together. Hoping that the differently shaped hands didn’t feel too weird.

His body was slowly heating up, steam escaping from his joints as his fans were smothered against the mattress. He didn’t care one bit, as long as he could keep feeling like this. He’d do anything to feel like this every single day of the rest of his fucking life.

Cygni finally pulled away, looking very pleased with himself. Making him huff with soft laughter that effectively cooled him down a bit at the same time.

“Seemed like you really didn’t mind”

His face was being nuzzled gently

“Waking up with you in my arms was a delightful surprise, it took everything in me not to kiss you awake”

He turned his face up slightly to kiss his forehead

“Would not have been a bad way to wake up to, but considering that kiss, you found it more than delightful”

Cygni’s faceplate gains a soft glow.

“You looked very happy, and it feels like I can keep you safe, just like you always do for me”

He nuzzled a little closer.

“You should thank yourself then, you tugged me closer when I went to bed”

The glow turned on full, and he traced the glowing crescent happily with his good hand

“Oh...I’m so-”

He cut him off with a kiss, not wanting to hear the apology, it wasn’t necessary. He had intended to keep talking. But as Cygni pressed back more firmly he let himself fall back and both of them got lost in the back and forth of their kisses. Both of them were so addicted to the feelings it brought forth

With the ‘thumb’ of his other hand he started to gently trace the scarring on Cygni’s arm. Until his wrist was gently grabbed and pushed against the pillow as his lover pulled away with a worried frown

“I didn’t damage your casing by laying on your arm right?”

“They’re fine…don’t worry so much”

“Moon said you should be careful with them until you replace your arm”

He grumbled lowly, the temporary casing was even more flimsy than the endo beneath it. The grey stark against his red and black colours, he didn’t mind the arm casings, he refused the roxanne claws that came with it.

“I know, I am, it’s fine..”

“The fact that you barely moved it says you are lying to me Clipse”

He huffed slightly,

“It’s a little sore, “

He admitted glancing at the grey casing. It was a temporary fix, one he could live with until he figured out how he wanted it fixed. His joint had been completely fractured and couldn’t hold as much weight as before.

“You are looking into fixing it right”

He started his lover right in the eyes, pointedly into the missing optic. Cygni’s singular eye rolled.

“You more than anyone know why, I haven't replaced it yet.”

He did, part of it was his lover's unease of letting anyone but him come near his faceplate. The other was that it was hard to see what damage the star power had done to the circuits. It looked like, at the very least, Cygni's sight would be permanently altered because of it.

“Answer my question, love. Please? “

He felt himself cave into hearing the nickname

“Don’t worry Dusty, I am working on it. “

He got a brilliant smile in return

“Good”

There was a kiss placed between his eyes.

“Did it have anything to do with the blueprints I saw last night? Four arms would be a good look on you”

He felt his face glow brightly, and he sat up abruptly. Cygni laughed all the while as he was bounced back by the force of it.

“That! You! It is not!”

He was aware he was sounding like a child, and even as he got a soft apology kiss on his face, he didn’t stop glaring at his lover

“Sorry, sorry, but it really looks cool,”

Cygni's hands traced down his sides, stopping right where he had sketched the extra arms. Squeezing softly, yet reverently

“I would never complain about there being more of you to hold”

He turned his head away.

“Should I not the be the one saying that”

Cygni chuckled.

“Oh love”

Suddenly his lover had leaned closer again, a teasing little grin on his face

“Both of us know, you fold to me without me even putting in the effort”

He grumbled, he kinda hated how true it was. He just couldn’t seem to find the desire to pin or hold down his lover. He would rather let Cygni do that, let him lead. Show him what was okay to do, and how far to go. That he enjoyed the soft attention was only for his lover to know.

There was a soft kiss placed against one of his rays, that turned into a teasing little nip, and he pulled back

“Oi! What was that for?”

“Lying~!”

With it his lover pulled away, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, He tried not to stare at the way they swang down. Another hand ruffled through his rays, and he half heartedly dodged it, getting out after him.

“We should probably get ready before your princess destroys the kitchen again”

He sighed heavily as he pulled out his clothes

“He’s not-”

“- yeah yeah, not yours, or whatever, that’s why you bought him that nice pillow, and our pantry has a shelf of cat food.”

He glared at his lover

“Not my fault he doesn’t want to leave, do you want him to destroy our home”

“You are the one that took him with you from the bunker, this is all on you my dear”

“Do not call me that! You sound like Ruin”

“Admit you are a cat dad and I think about it”

“That’s it, you are being a menace this morning, I think you need a lesson”

He made a playful grab for his lover as he was buttoning his shirt. Cygni yelped and stepped out of the way before laughing They continued like that for a little bit eventually he managed to catch his lover, tumbling against the door, and he looked down at him both panting harshly

“Done being a fucking menace on my life”

“Never Eclipse”

He snorted, pressing their foreheads together as he gently held his lover against the door.

“What should your punishment be?”

Cygni’s eye twitched, barely there, and he was about to pull back. Suddenly realizing how their positions might come across. What the hell he was even fucking saying Not wanting to risk triggering some old memories. But Cygni was quicker. Hands quickly holding him by the hips, pulling him back Faceplate pushing so close that his glow activated.

“I know a few”

His eyes were still wide when he was pulled into a kiss. His hands kept still at his lover's waist, mind reeling from the quick change. Fuck he hated how easily the kisses could distract him. Cygni leant back against the door, tugging him along, gently playing with one of his rays, like someone might play with a lock of hair.

He didn't dare move his hands away from Cygni’s hips but did tilt further into the kiss. Slowly it felt like something was shifting, warming beneath his plating. Cygni had snuck his tongue out to deepen the kiss even further.

He had to let go of his hip to brace against the door, it was making him feel weak-kneed. Cygni knew it too, he could feel it in the smile through their kiss.

The hand that wasn't in his rays tugged on him closer by his skyhook making him press Cygni even further against the door, the warm hand gliding over his back, that he couldn't help the soft wanton groan escaping his voice box

The answering soft moan was really sending his processors for a spin. Fuck they had made out before this…but this. This felt different.

The way Cygni's golden fingers held onto him filled with a desire that was hard to name. Cygni broke their kiss, smiling at him pleased. In a way, he wasn't used to it. Not the bright grins that filled up his whole heart. Not as soft as pleased little smiles when he complimented him.

A new smile, that was leaving him utterly powerless. Cygni places a kiss on his glowing cheek. It was wet from the artificial silica from their make out. There was another one a little higher. Then another. And another till it reached one of his rays. Kissing the base of it.

His other rays rattled and sprang out from their houses as he desperately tried to find the movement commands to get some semblance of control back.

The fact that he felt still strangely safe while so out of it was something he wasn't willing to look too closely at right this second.

“Can I?”

His boyfriend muttered against his ray. He didn't know what he was asking. Too busy trying to fight the possessive growl that wanted to leave his throat. Keeping an iron grip on his strength and claw not wanting to accidentally dent Cygni's hip.

He nodded nonetheless, and it felt like he blew a fuse when that warm mouth closed around his sensitive ray. Cygni's blunt teeth scratched against the base…and he let out a surprised sound of static. Pretty sure If it had been the tip he might have bluescreened.

A tongue ran over it once, twice along with a gentle suck and scrape of teeth. Before pulling away the only thing he could do was bury his head in his lover's shoulders. With a trembling groan

Realising that now their entire fronts were flush together once more. But while last night it had felt soothing and warm and safe. Now…now it felt hot and burning, and dangerous but not in the way he was used to.

Before he could gather his thoughts Cygni tilted his head to the side with a groan of his own. Which made him realise he had been basically breathing out hot steam right against his neck.

The hold Cygni had on him tightened so that his ray made a groaning sound.

“Please?”

Cygni asked softly while tilting his head further to the side, exposing more of his neck. The invitation couldn't be more clear. But he didn't want to risk it…not with him.

Never with Cygni.

“Please what?”

He managed to get out through a static-laden voice box. The reply he got has some static intervention as well

“Kiss me?”

As confident as the hold and smile and everything else had been. This was the first time his boyfriend seemed unsure. Like he might be asking too much. He could have that, so he placed his mouth against his lover's neck rod. Not at all prepared for the moan that left Cygni’s lips.

His hand finally pulled Cygni closer by the hips as he left hot kisses all over his neck. His weaker arm still braced himself against the door, but it did basically nothing with how flush they were.

Cygni's hand had slipped from his rays to rest at the back of his head. Keeping him in place guiding him along,.with soft sighs of ‘that’s good’. He swore he could feel Cygni start to lift his leg to around his waist bringing him even further in.

He heard a loud thump, then another, and suddenly they were falling through the door. Quickly bracing his boyfriend's delicate head, they lay sprawled in the hallway. Both groaning with pain. Clearing away the static he looked up to look into the grumpy face of Pepper.

“Spoiled little princess”

Cygni muttered below him as he realised what had happened. He sighed deeply, carefully getting off his boyfriend and helping him back up. Letting him fret about his arm for a bit, as Cygni had landed on top of it. With that, the spell of the morning had ended. It was time to start another day.

But maybe he needed to plan some ways for more mornings like this to happen. For now he would enjoy dinner with his boyfriend. Before he had to face the celestial family with his blueprints. Who knows maybe they finally have a lead of finding a new eye for his lover and maybe…

His hand trailed up to his faceplate as the kiss they shared against the door raced through his mind again. He might finally need to look into those ‘special’ upgrades

#noffy's writing #tsams fic #the sun and moon show fic #eclipse x servant sun #Servant sun x eclipse #eclipse x cygni #eclipses servants and healing #tsams #the sun and moon show #ship fic #tsams ship #tsams servant sun #tsams eclipse

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navigator-vahnya · 2 years ago

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Update on Ricky’s and my progress of the Thrawn 2017 audiobook. We recently listened to the scene at the Ascension Week party at the Alisandre Hotel where Thrawn, Eli and Yularen are discussing the situation with Cygni, the Tibana gas, and insurgent profiling. Eli was surprised to find out this type of work was going on. He and Thrawn have this little exchange:

“Really?” Eli said, frowning. He hadn’t heard anything about criminal profiling work. “When have you been doing all this?”

Thrawn inclined his head: “You sleep more than I do.”

At this point, Ricky goes, “Aww, they’re still roommates? That’s cute.”

Which was my exact reaction when I first read this scene several years ago. It makes you think of Eli snoozing away in his bunk, Thrawn sitting close by with the lights low, clacking away quietly on his datapad so as not to disturb his sleeping roommate. It is indeed a cute thought. But I thought it would only seem that way to me alone. Well, me and all the other people who read between the lines, looking for hints of Thranto. Certainly not to the “regular” people reading this book. I didn’t think your standard reader would find anything cute about this tiny bit of dialogue, and I was pleased to find out that Ricky did.

And I want to say I have never spoken to Ricky about Thranto, or implied there’s anything more to Thrawn and Eli’s relationship than what’s presented in the book. I don’t want to sway his opinions. If he wants to come to that conclusion on his own, I’ll obviously be VERY excited, but I don’t want it to be because I lead him there. And I also know that him using the word “cute” to describe something about Thrawn and Eli doesn’t imply that he thinks anything one way or another about Thranto. I just find it very interesting that he chose that word in particular, especially since the last adjectives he used to describe Thrawn’s behavior with respect Eli were “obsessive” and “manipulative.” Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. But I’ll admit his comment made me unreasonably excited!

#just Thranto things #thrawn 2017 #thrawn #eli vanto #thranto #ricky listens to thrawn #lilythoughts

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therealuniverse · 5 years ago

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Magnificent timelapse work with the night sky. Original caption below with many more details:

As the days shorten and the darkness progressively eats away the light, an amazing transformation happens in the northern hemisphere skies. A lot of astronomers and stargazers prefer summertime to look up at the stars, probably because conditions are better and the brightest part of our own galaxy, the milky way is more visible, even with the naked eye. Although fainter, the ‘winter’ part of the milky way and the rest of the winter sky harbor countless unsuspected gems, if one knows how to find and capture them!

In the late Fall, you can still get a glimpse at the bright core of our galaxy sink down under the horizon just after sunset, along with its dark hydrogen gas lanes, Lagoon and trifid nebulae, and Saturn. Later, you can catch Scutum (shield constellation) and its dark nebulosity set in the south west/west. In the movie, this part is visible in many scenes but my favorite one is by far as it sets on La Palma shores behind a thunderstorm accompanied by red sprites, airglow and zodiacal lights.Then, take a peek at one of my favorite areas of the winter sky: the Swan constellation. I presented it to you (also on the cover), so that you can see it from different perspectives, but the best is probably at a narrower angle to show the beautiful magenta colors of the H-alpha emission nebulae (North-American, Pelican, Sadr region or IC 1396). I also included a scene where the ‘Summer Triangle’ of Cygnus (formed by Deneb, Sadr, Delta Cygni, and Gienah) is photobombed by an overhead aurora borealis. Continuing along the winter milky way, I included a shot of the Heart and Soul nebula. Rising on the other side of the hemisphere, we are now looking at the outer edge of our galaxy, where very little light comes from fewer stars, nebulae and dark clouds (in comparison to the core!). I wanted to show you a very novel scene combining the hot Pleiades stars reflecting their blue light onto passing gasses and the California nebula glowing blood red! The next area I want to emphasize is winter’s most emblematic: Orion. I wanted to maximize the different colors and brightness this constellation has to offer while shooting it in a series of single shots: the orange of Betelgeuse and the blue of Rigel, the gigantic red-glowing Barnard’s loop, the inevitable shell-like Orion nebula along with the running man nebula, the horse-head nebula, the flame nebula, Lambda Orionis nebula… Further away from the winter milky way doesn’t mean dull at all, au contraire! Look at the magnificent Andromeda galaxy (M31), the size of 6 full moons- rise above the tree line! What about the iconic Big Dipper being photobombed by some pillars of Icelandic and Canadian aurora borealis? What about these iridescent marbles at the very start of the video? Those are twinkling Sirius, Capella (bottom left) and Vega (upper right) emphasized by the real-time out-of-focus setting to reveal the hypnotic shift in light and colors of these twinkling stars created by our own atmosphere! You will probably miss a lot of night sky events if you only watch the video once! Don’t blink, you might miss a lot of meteors (Perseids, Orionids, Draconids, Leonids…), iridium flares, low-orbit satellites, red sprites. What about those satellites that seem to ‘follow’ each other in some deep-sky scenes? Those are geosynchronous satellites normally hovering over a fixed point of the Earth, but the motion of the star tracker allows them to move whereas the sky is now immobile. I am sure professionals and amateurs will spot many more features, all you have to do is sit back and gaze!   The goal of this series of astro-lapses ‘Galaxies’ and especially this second opus was a way for me to push the limits of single astrophotography. However beautiful and numerous they are, wide-angle shots of the milky way moving against a foreground became less interesting to me as I got to shoot more and more astro-timelapses. I became more interested in exploring the possibilities that modern lenses, sensors and techniques could give, so I started using medium-format and astromodfication to take advantage of a wider light spectrum and show the red colors of H-alpha emission nebulae that are so ubiquitous in the winter part of the sky. I also wanted to improve the quality of the shots, so I used a square light pollution filter for shots at more than 50mm (Lonely Speck’s Pure Night LP filter), and a star tracker for some of the scenes to increase sharpness and details (Vixen Polarie). It was very important for me to prove that deep-sky time-lapses can be very interesting and successful, whether they hold a foreground or not, because so many things can be happening the sky (airglow, meteors, satellites, haze giving a temporary glow to the stars…). All shots have been recorded over the past year and in different countries (France, Switzerland, Spain, Iceland, Denmark and Canada). I will gladly give more details upon request. Thanks a lot for watching!

#timelapse #night sky #galaxy #astronomy #dark sky #satellite #meteor #sprite #milky way #video #vimeo #the universe #the real universe

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astronomyforastrologers · 6 years ago

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V404 Cygni

V404 Cygni. (One of the Most Extraordinary! ~ 1 May 2019, Philip Sedgwick)

Saturn recently reversed course and will remain retrograde until mid-September. Are you resigned to receding, retreating, regression during Saturn’s retrograde? There’s no need for that. Understand that the essence of this ringed wonder’s retrograde to suggest in the strongest terms that one pause, ponder, edit,

reframe, reconstruct, rewrite. With all that checked off the list, progress yearns to be made. Nothing like a devoted, diligent first step to mount magical momentum.

News outlets continue to post astronomical news and what seems to be an unusually high occurrence rate. Recently posted is an article that astronomers have recently enjoyed a look at “one of the most extraordinary black hole systems.” No, not the image of the Super-Galactic Center. This is the combined imaging resulting from an array of telescopes scouting out V404 Cygni. This black hole singularity in Cygnus the Swan operates with several other black hole contenders in Aquarius, including the first presumed, later “confirmed” black hole Cygnus X-1 - and this aggregate collection of galactic anomalies assure the “out there” qualities that Aquarius is presumed to be.

V404 Cygni, occupies the zodiacal position of approximately 21 Aquarius 19 (plus or minus a minute). The black hole wobbles, squirting plasma jets into space, often as frequently as a minute apart. Evidently this is a black hole consuming a nearby star, and now this singularity now sits in the top tier of anomalistic behaviors for black holes. While the behavior of the core of this singularity may appear erratic, in fact, it physically responds to the influx of available matter at any given moment. Through the context of laws of gravity, that warp space into a curvature and distend time, its “random” jets result from being in the midst of a moment of matter, energy and timelessness. Perhaps this could be an operating motto for all Aquarians, or for any individual focused and determined on declaring their individuality and its perfect fit in the here and now.

Here’s a question: Why are news outlets posting so much astronomy news? Is it because Donald Trump has signed an order of formation of the Department of Space? Is it because China landed on the dark side of the Moon? Is it because an Israeli space probe, Beresheet (means “in the beginning”), crashed on the Moon last month? Nope to all of the above. Perhaps it’s because people need to look up in awe and wonder and those in the business of revealing the daily disarray of the economy, environment, politics and state of the world realize that. Perhaps as well, the stories intend to inspire people to recollect their psyches and not get lost in the muddled mundaneness that appears everywhere conscious attention is focused.

Classical astrological underscoring factors weigh in through Saturn, Pluto and Eris.

Saturn in Capricorn details the grind of daily activity. Get down the trenches. Get dirty. Do the work. Saturn supports the archaeological profession, not simply from a “dig to see what you can find” theme. Saturn asks a deeper dive question: What does what was found mean in terms of the story arc of human kind? What does that mean to you? Saturn urges that history, tradition and existing cornerstones be fully contemplated, understood, and utilized in moving forward to create progress, building upon what once was, served us well and continues to serve us in the present.

Pluto in Capricorn checks in urging a complete psychic overhaul of what truly makes the world go round. Is it greed, power and the stuff from which plutocracy is formed? Perhaps the collective stacking implies the veracity of that question’s answer. Pluto is far more personal. Pluto gets that what one person “gets” spreads like a wildfire or measles. When one person realizes personal empowerment, those in that “woke” person’s aura, act and react to the world accordingly inspired. Those witnessing such activity likely are roused to such a threshold that it’s no longer the razing of consciousness, but the raising of consciousness. Ultimately, Pluto inquires: Okay, fine. You’ve transformed your life and you’ve evolved your consciousness. So what? What have you done for the world lately? Take note: Transformation with aspiring application punches Pluto’s ticket.

Ultimately, it all comes back to the spiritual selfie... a quest and depiction of self led by the goddess of discord, exclusion and ultimately, a perfect inner harmony. Eris in Aries, where it is now and where she has been for nearly a century (first Eris in Aries interval, June 1922) demands that each person find their personal fit: soul in body, and how that applies consciousness in the universal scheme of things. She insists that social norms that do not fit get shed... and not in disruptive manners. She plays 6-d chess when it comes to staking out a life track that will yield personal evolution, no matter what. She demands that each person discover, excavate, polish and apply all incarnation-granted attributes and groom those into creative ventures that perfect align with the urges of the soul.

Eris ranges pretty far out there. She requires 557.55 years to once around the Sun. From her vantage she sees beyond the limits of vision of the third planet from the Sun. Beyond her is minor planet number 225088, soon to hold an interim name and mythology, weighing in from a track that requires 553.05 years to trek about our star, now in early Pisces. Then there’s the yet unrefined body “Far Out,” currently in early Gemini requiring 929.43 years for a full revolution, by today’s data. Transcendent, restorative urges from Aries, Gemini and Pisces. If that does not require a mental image of where one fits into the cosmic scheme of things, what does?

How about the unusual and enigmatic black hole V404 Cygni?

Rudhyar’s spin of the Sabian symbol for 22 Aquarius - the position of V404 Cygni - is: A rug is placed on the floor of a nursery to allow children to play in comfort and warmth. Out there, beyond what we know to be the limits of our solar system, is a time warping, space bending black hole seeking to afford a space in which primal creativity can determine its attributes and application without mundane stresses. Can we now pause and set our greatest talents in such a place and nurture them into greatness? Doing so may afford one being recognized as “one of the most extraordinary.”

As I was concluding this piece, my instincts suggested I check the listing of Kuiper Belt Objects. There I find that a new naming of a Kuiper Belt Object has been posted. This of The name G kún 'hòmdímà, a name from the Ju|'hoansi ( Kung) people of Namibia, a KBO requiring 620.17 years to circumscribe the Sun. I will dig into this newly named body in the next days and report more soon.

I am off to Norwac at the end of this month. Consultation spots are filling in. If you want a session while attending Norwac, reach out sooner than later.

Should you not be attending Norwac, how about a consultation anyway? Follow the hyperlink instinct and click away!

Links below will direct you to securing a session, ordering one of those one of a kind Galactic Reports or fetching you the Galactic Trilogy CD, which as soon as data appears, G kún 'hòmdímà will be included in the data files of that massive compendium of the astrology of space.

We now have a screening time for the short film, Otro Lado. The film screens at the Carmarthen Film Festival on Thursday, 30 May at 13:05. For those of you in Wales or nearby, please visit: Carmarthen Bay Film Festival

#v404 cygni #philip sedgwick

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pillowblaster · 7 years ago

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Greetings mortal! Are you ready to buy?

Seeing there's been interest in some lore behind the Guncaster, and I released the update lately, I might as well bother to exercise my writing skills again (if there are any) and explain some fun tidbits behind the new shopkeeper and perhaps his background, being older than GC itself, cause why not~

Art by Cage - DOCTOR, MY EYES APPEAR TO BE SWOLLEN!... WHAT?! TOO MUCH PORN? IMPOSSIBLE!

Hereby I present you Nithor Flaynithere - dragon deity of endless snarkitude!... Okay, patron of fury and courage actually, but that includes endless snarkitude. Formerly keeper of the eternal flame. Starter of a bloodline of dragons with anger management issues. As you know me, obscenely powerful cause I am sucha funny overkill guy, but he has his flaws and drawbacks to overcome. Cygnis is obviously his direct descendant somewhere down the line; don’t wanna tie my hands with an exact generation.

Cyg's Ancestor job at first was being a sort of head of security in the Dominion - think like where Olympus was an HQ for Greek gods, it was such place for the gods of Vernazij (Can just read it as Vernazi - I also have a thing for silent H’s in names, just in case), his homeworld. His top priority was tending to the aforementioned flame. He didn’t question things the way they were, as much as he started to grow bored... and suspicious. A branch of fellow, godly brethren, he could tell for sure, was plotting something. There was an ages long conflict going between them and the rest of the mostly-content deities and the inhabitants of the mortal coil ever since the whole universe was a thing.

Whaddaya starin’ at? I swear on me mum I’ll punch ya in the gabber, ya spineless tosser~

Oh yea, speaking of the universe!... The legend goes like this: An almighty deity had left their two descendants into an empty void, with a well of matter, energy and space to shape their own universe in a way they deemed fit, both as a test and as a testament to what he thaught them. But of course, being siblings with different concepts on what their world should be, it led to an obvious conflict of interests. They both ended up in the well after typical argument with just a bit more cosmic power involved. It caused a big bang of sort and they got absorbed into their own creation. Once things settled in a little after the initial blast, first deities and supreme beings got formed, forged to carry out their will. Yes, they were still waging petty conflict between themselves even after they got evaporated, go figure. They went onto forming massive armies to fight and prevail with their concepts of forming the universe. From the ashes of broken matter and the corpses of destroyed creatures - the universe kept on forming itself on its own whereas the first inhabitants didn't even notice that miracle even going. They were too busy killing each other.

As the fight had progressed, some planets did form their own life!... But didn't quite make it due to the whole conflict of cosmic proportions. They became the victims of collateral damage. Still, as the shaping force kept going and the destructive forces kept on dwindling, only inhabitants of few planets across zillions of them were able to survive, step back and come into conclusion that their conflict at this point was undesirable and pointless. They realized everything was already formed out of chaos, without much of their involvement. They were too busy fighting over missed opportunity. Now it was just a battle of who would take control over the results of said uninvolvement. The deities of one of such cases came into agreement. They decided to sit back and see how things will go on from here, as much as that was an uneasy peace. They named their home - Vernazij. (It supposed to mean something metaphorical for all the forming that world went through, but again, couldn't think of anything clever enough yet. I AM SUCHA GREAT STORYTELLER HOLY SHIT~)

You have a ‘what’, napping in your living room?

Over the course of years, things have stabilized - respective roles that were fitting given gods’ particular set of skills were given, treaties were made, tasks were completed... suddenly, Mortals! Local gods went “They look so familiar! And adorable~”. Powerless, fragile creatures that often resembled the deities, they were another byproduct of the self-sustained world creation. The gods didn't have much ideas on what to do with them, seeing they were pretty weak. so they had let them be. That was until some of them helped their mini-me’s, or did quite the opposite. Their fear or reverence resulted in worship. Worship gave them power, so gods started unhealthy competition over the mortal souls in their respective fields, forming alliances, breaking them, stabbing themselves in the back, or protecting themselves from the others - generally, you know, your favorite part that divides or brings everyone together - politics. Every god could store their worship as some kind of power, as much as one spot wasn't decidedly taken over. The irony of no one being courageous or dedicated enough to become the patron of courage. All brave acts sparked as an eternal flame instead. Nithor was denied to become its patron by old gods, saying he was “not ready”, whatever that meant. So he was just protecting the flame and the whole Dominion instead.

Sir, we are late for burning time!

As the time passed without any relatively bigger conflicts, some of the older caste of gods, still having in mind “the great plan” and the responsibility behind it, feared the day when the Great God will visit their plane. They predicted it might end up with a total disaster, seeing how they seemingly failed to carry out the will of his children. As they were scheming about taking the universe's fate into their own hands, the mortals were rather unhappy with how the old gods were ignoring them and grew to be a force to be reckoned with. They somehow breached into Dominion, which technically was impossible for mortals to do so. Nithor tried his best to fend off the angry mob off (despite his obvious disdain towards old gods, duty was a duty). But that was too much for him, even for years of staying valiant. He tried his best to keep the mortals off the premise of the eternal flame without killing anyone (no word about work-related harm, though), the flame got dispersed and tainted, and looked for a nearest, suitable vessel to claim, which happened to be him - being the best, viable candidate.

I should probably make some pics depicting the story instead, but laziness. Look at that thicc boi lazy it out~

As the things calmed down, he begrudingly resigned from his job as a keeper, considering that the flame was no more and he failed to keep the place secured. The old gods got banished from Dominion onto Vernazij’s plane. Being unaware of his state as a wielder of the slowly self-corrupting flame, he took on a life of a demigod and an adventurer as his longed form of a vacation, seeing how he was done with the godhood. He went onto numerous adventures, met a lot of folk, got married, had kids, stabilized his life... All was good and dandy, despite the more and more obvious problem of the flame rearing out, but nothing that he couldn't manage - he just blamed it on some magic diarrhea of sorts, being as oblivious to his status as ever... Well, that was until huge accident happened. Or more like, an incident. A one that had changed the world forever, which got named in the legends as the Deadmaker's March.

That whole mess was orchestrated by his old god workmates - starting from leaving a breach in the Dominion’s defenses for mortals to enter, then letting the eternal flame to be disturbed. Their exodus was also obviously predicted part. They knew what the flame was capable of and wanted to weaponize it, but it needed a vessel... which Nithor was an obvious candidate for, but they needed both him and the flame to be unstable. After getting him on the edge by destroying his family and everything he valued from behind the scenes - Nithor went onto a rampage Vernazij has never seen before and thereafter. Only by combined forces of all mortals and all the gods they were able to seal him away, as defeating nor controlling him was impossible - every single act of force against him was only making him stronger and even more furious. The old gods initial plan had failed, they wanted to rebuild the world from its ashes as it should be in their eyes. Still, they got their much-sought retribution after having a hand in the process of capturing him. Their scheming continued.

Mona Lisa as fuck.

And what about Nithor? As much as they tried to fool him, speak into his senses to become their ally in their quest for the control over the universe “for the greater good”... He saw through their intentions of destroying anything that doesn’t want to abide to their will or worldview, which made him hate them with all his guts - he valued his own and the universe’s freedom of choice above all. After spending three millenias in fury-blinded seclusion, he breaks out from his prison, dead-set on murdering them all and anything that dares to stand in his path. As a last act of the prison's purpose, it used all the energy it stored by draining his unrelenting fury to get him back into senses, and seal it away. Unphazed by that event, he sets forth on a mission to kick the old gods' butts into oblivion (or whatever constitutes for them as butts) by retrieving his old gear as a keeper, getting control over his horrid power and single-handedly dealing with all of them. However, as three millenias worth of time was more than enough for them to prepare a whole plethora of nasty surprises, such as painting him as an evil villain in the eyes of the whole world and themselves as icons of pure intentions (imagine that whole narrative in history for past millenias is painting you as a Sauron of the universe) - his mission became harder and more complicated than ever. They hid the truth under unparalleled amounts of lies, and destroyed any evidence they could find that could prove otherwise. The fact that Nithor had all the looks and wits of a supreme asshole didn’t help on his case, either.

I am a tallyman of your mistakes. I am the executioner for your sins. Now face what you have poured into me, for what I’ll pour into you.

...Hot damn, that actually sounded pretty intimidating, go me, bwa-ha ha!

Most of his allies are either gone in the sands of time, or still mad at him, if they didn’t bite the dust yet. He scored couple millions of deaths during his grudge-filled killing spree, so you can imagine how many souls are willingful out there to get near or even think about hearing him out... Quite the contrary, with a little exception that are the depths of Taumthegos - the local equivalent of Hell. He is being revered there for obvious reasons.

A cynical jerk by trade, Nithor’s temptation to do the easy thing and go ballistic is strong. But he is not without a heart, even after everything he went through and people hating his guts, he refuses to do so. He felt partially responsible for all the mess he got involved in and wanted to prove everyone wrong and show who’s the real enemy here. He kept finding clues about old gods’ mischief during his time of absence. The problem was, with all due respect for his pure intentions, his rather abrasive nature. More often than not, he screwed up his opportunities on coming out as a good guy. He was hellbent on getting shit done and ignorant about anything that wasn’t helpful towards his quest, rather than approaching the people who were interested in hearing him out and finding a common goal. He still had plenty of humor and determination (and lack of common sense) to go against the whole world which hated him so much for sins of days long past. And a whole journey to go through to learn again how to be a decent being. The truth is the ultimate value, no matter how painful or regretful it might be - he will bring it out.

So lemme tell you Victor, the story of the great!... Meeee!... Crap, that sounded better in my head. I should have just used my name or something. Should I start over?

Considering that Cygnis and his descendants are a thing and I am writing this whole ordeal in retrospect, you can safely assume that he had succeeded in getting his good name and life (to a degree) back. But what constitutes of his adventures, how he knows about Earth and its fineness of culinary such as the casserole and how he got in touch with his late grandson?

...Those are stories for another time!

Tl;dr yada yada that’s a lot of bullshit. Kerist, that was stressful to pull off. Hoping that at least it’s somewhat enjoyable, to a degree.

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