#this includes fictives

[tommyssupercoolblog]

I want so badly to be friends or acquaintances with every other Tommy introject and like form a secret underground Tommy alliance where we all come to each other's aid in time of need and share fun snackies

And yet.... I cannaur..

Like what do u mean you're a Tommy introject who disagrees with me on all of my major principles and could probably try to pick a fight with me IRL?? We were supposed to be blood bothers.....we were supposed to form an adventuring party and slay the evil creatures that torment this land...we were supposed to be found family,,,,,,, I read ur DNI and feel like mufasa being dropped by scar how could u betray me like this comrade?? COMRADE NOOOO

[eaurpguz]

I made a drawing!

A launch vehicle I recall from home. I don't remember the name, but I'm sure "nuclear" was in there somewhere.

Here's what I told our friend Sofia about it.

left: overview of the entire launch vehicle. since i don't know mellanish anymore i don't know what it's called. Drawing a blank. Anyway. It's a nuclear rocket. The first stage is a cluster of solid rocket motors which gets the rocket flying fast and high and out of the thickest part of Gymnome's atmosphere, where the solid core nuclear thermal rocket can take over.

The rocket uses a water tank for propellant during stage 2A (the initial burn), because although the efficiency (Isp) is low for a waterlogged NTR, the thrust is as high as conventional hydrogen/oxygen chemical rockets but in a much smaller tank size. (this is because SCNTRs and Chemical rockets are both constrained in temperature to about the same amount, and so the thrust power is the same and all that can change is the mass flow rate.)

Once the rocket has accelerated up such that it no longer needs to worry about falling down, the vehicle can switch to Stage 2B, and start running hydrogen through the NTR. The thrust is lower, but the velocity gain per unit mass of fuel is much higher due to the fact that the hydrogen can be accelerated to a higher speed than the water. (with all that pesky oxygen).

It was noticed at some point that these rockets were really well suited for orbital refueling. This is still fairly early all things considered so that kind of infrastructre had been thought about a lot, but not actually built. The first time it was tried was in a sort of self contained way.

on the right you can see a diagram of the upper stage with a different payload, which I think was maybe used OH! I thought it was an ice giant probe or something but I bet this was from after the Zaldans left and the space program was rushing to figure out why, so they needed something to zip over to Oldsky around Omen real fast. Maybe. Point is, you need a small payload going very fast.

normally with an LH2/LO2 chemical rocket you would just build a small upper stage that can fit on top of the lower stage, and use that to kick the payload. But for whatever reason they decided to make good on the theoretical refuelability use case of the rocket stage in a goofy self-contained way.

They just added a hydrogen tank (which was actually straight off of an LH2/LO2 chemical rocket upper stage), and plumbed it into the water tank. They plumbed it into the water tank instead of the LH2 tank because, well probably partly just to show that they could. But also because of the ullage gas (shown in transparent orange in the diagram). Ullage gas, usually helium, fills up the empty part of a fuel tank to keep the propellant from boiling away as it's used. There's separate spheres of helium used for the job. With propellant still inside of the main hydrogen tank, but the water tank totally emptied (aside from the little reservoir used for cooling the reactor on startup and shutdown), it would be easier to force the hydrogen into the water tank than to simply refill the hydrogen tank.

at least, that was the theory.

it didn't work, but i don't recall why. If I had to guess, some component was overlooked when testing the water tank and associated plumbing's ability to work with frigid liquid hydrogen.

Anyway investigating Oldsky to figure out the disappearance of the Zaldans had to wait for the next Omen apparition.

[electricpez]

shockwave but humanoid body

[andromeda-collective]

[bah-theater]

🐾 or 🦖 , for the game thing you reblogged :D ,

Level 2 🎭

[Note: WE ARE FINALLY GETTING TO THE ASK GAMES!!]

Theme: 🦖 - a songtive of our favorite song (Poison - Hazbin Hotel) and 🐾 - a dormant headmate of ours

[Note 2: we haven’t discovered any dormant headmates so you get our core. Yes we have a core do not bring discourse here]

Name: Angel, Barbie, Fame, Anthony/Tony

Age: 34 years

Pronouns: he/she/they/poison/vile/star/queen

Genders: genderfluid, transfem

Orientation: Pansexual

Role: Hypersexuality Holder / Sexual Protector

Species: Human

Personality traits: bold / suggestible / shallow

Source: Songtive (Poison - Hazbin Hotel)

[note: host suffers from Hazbin Hotel brainrot 💔💔]

Sign off/emojis: 🕷️💜, 🎥, •[name]•

Likes: drugs / attention / cameras / fame

Dislikes: rejection / being alone / vulnerability / dissociation

Hobbies: acting / clubbing / BDSM

Typing quirks: very informal; lowercase, no punctuation, and acronyms galore.

Speech quirks: slight Italian accent.

Aesthetic: Hyperpop / Slutty

Picrew:

Name: Rose, Luna, Ayla, Daniella [none of these are our legal name, don’t worry, she just liked collecting them. Ironic much?]

Age: 10 years

Pronouns: she/they

Genders: cisgender girl

Orientation: Bisexual

Role: Host / Solitarian

Species: Human

Personality traits: shy / clingy / stubborn

Source: Brainmade

Sign off/emojis: - [first letter of name], 🐶🖋️, 📚

Likes: animals / Roblox games / roleplaying / play-dates

Dislikes: adults / social events / peers / sports

Hobbies: writing / daydreaming / Roblox

Typing quirks: lots of exclamation points, usage of “LOL”, “XD”, “:D” etc

Speech quirks: very very quiet, either doesn’t speak much at all or speaks excessively.

Aesthetic: Kidcore

Picrew:

Extra: deitykin [she didn’t have a word for it but it was there]

Thank you, thank you! We hope you enjoyed your stay!

[possibly-in-wonderland]

Oh this is the biggest wave of yearning we've had in a while brought on by a mix of fanart and everyone who has a partner in their source collectively going:

🥺

At the same time.

[our-inspire-verse]

But has anyone actually stopped and considered that Shermy and Beth was not shoved in but a beautiful perfect little symbolic way to help Simon sccept the change and grieve healthier? Bc think about it. That's just his own writing. Its the version of him that's accepted what actually happened and maybe creates a new story for those to follow not in his footsteps, but in learning his lessons? And who better to teach him what she's trying to express than himself, when shes so. That. You know.

[lavenderhorror-endie72]

I feel like going and getting lost in the Katahdin mountainside would solve all my problems. Maybe fishing, too. If I could just get the damned license.... 🦋

[richierambles]

Being serious here.

If anyone who reads this simps for the bowers gang, or likes them, or wants to be their friend, or feels sorry for them, or whatever-the-fuck, get the fuck out of my blog<3

This is me being serious rn, no matter how good of a person you are, if you like those assholes in my eyes that automatically makes you a fucking ass. And before you say sum shit like "but they're fictional characters who cares", I do. I care. 😘

[poorlydrawndirk]

We're on air.

More precisely, I was on air when I recorded this, but the details are largely irrelevant. Because I don't really feel like covering fuckin' introductory quantum mechanics and telling you exactly how the influence of the Skaian universe, when applied at the quark level and taken alongside the probabilistic effect of quantum behavior, superposes via particle states and results in the formation of what you might refer to as "overlapping timelines". And that's already getting real abecedarian about this shit.

Yeah, sue me. Try boning up on basic physics while you're at it.

So. I'm sure you'd love to hear about how I managed to rig this sick as hell channel-cum-blog up and get it to straddle the space-time continuum like an antediluvian Olympic gymnast doing mad splits over baby's first toy pony, but that ain't the point of this little exercise. Posting what's effectively a vlog is enough of an onanistic venture without adding Skaian Principles For Dummies: Electric Boogaloo to the schedule.

Where was I?

(Rhetorical question. Don't answer, if it needed to be said.)

The name's Dirk.

Strider. Yeah, that Strider.

I'd be more worried about internet safety, but seeing as there are only up to two people alive around here no matter how far you pull my timeline back, and I'm one of 'em, it doesn't exactly compute. Face it, brosephine: you aren't getting to year 24xx post-hilarocaust, and you sure aren't getting past that. Wasn't shat out of a lab yet when you were committing identity theft and scamming doddering old ladies out of their sadsack pensions.

(If you manage to get pizza delivered out here, I'll tip extra.)

Besides, you already knew my name, didn't you?

Maybe your next question's going to be:

"Why are you calling this a vlog when it's obviously just a blog?"

Or maybe,

"Why is your URL poorlydrawndirk when it's totally malapropos?"

Buckle in, kids. Strap yourself into that convertible toddler-safe harness and keep your ass glued tight to all the prime polyester-lined foam, because this ride's about to pull into the station and vehicular standards are some passé 21st century horseshit.

The first thing you have to understand is that even peering upon the brink of these echelons of irony is a skill that you'll never grasp in your life. But that's fine. I'm around. And if it puts your mind at ease,

I'll be the one pulling the strings here.

(There's the tired callback. It's not wrong, but it's tired. Worn out enough for it to be begging you to take it out back behind the shed and put it out of its misery.)

(I'll leave it at that for now, because self-referencing is one thing, but if I get any more meta, I'll have to start narrating in twelve-point Times New Roman.)

Anyway, I'll be breaking it down, just this once. Magnanimous as hell, I know. I could wax poetic and in doing so obfuscate the actual meaning once more from obtuse minds, thereby adding another strata to irony so layered that it's settled past sedimentary and is ready to unearth some fossil formations, but let's be real. That shit would fly over your head so far it'd be trying to dial ground control at Houston.

Here we go.

Vlogs aren't cool; making one ironically is.

Putting in this much effort into making a multiversal vlog makes it cooler, ironically.

Putting in this much effort to make a multiversal vlog when the doomed timelines are all inherently fuckin' doomed, as the name implies, and therefore functionally useless to communicate with, makes it more ironic.

I have Heart powers and am able to achieve my ultimate self through my alpha timeline. Therefore, not only is this pimped-out vlog functionally useless, but I actually don't need it at all.

Which means this wasn't too hard to set up to begin with. Ironic, considering the complex presupposed conditions necessary for bridging that 'verse gap.

And despite framing this as a vlog, this is obviously a blog.

Even though it's just a blog, all these drawings I've made had you convinced that I really thought I was posting a vlog.

And in a way, I'm still making one. It ain't the traditional format, but the almost videographic mannerisms I've been laying on you more than compensate for the fact that the video part of "vlog" doesn't exist.

Except it does, for me.

And because it does, none of these pictures are drawn to begin with. They're all film stills. Screenshots, if you prefer.

Which makes the qualifier of "poorly drawn" untrue.

But it's also almost true, because you can call them poorly drawn by virtue of them not even being drawn. Ride that definition of "poorly" down the one-way rail and you're here, selfie central, population two, me and you.

Of course, that means we have to cover the quandary of truth itself. What constitutes the truth? Titillate that thought for a second.

If I consider the attached files to be selfies, but you consider them to be illustrations, which is it actually?

An analysis of the "truth" means that we have to start delineating how much of this is subjective, tying us in bed with the concept of knowledge. The Socratic take calls for dialectical conversation and inquiry via questioning; therefore, if I just bequeath my knowledge to you on a pretty little metaphorical platter, it won't mean fuckall. So we have to keep digging. Get your pickaxe ready, 'cause we ain't hitting any diamonds of wisdom any time soon.

In fact, maybe that ain't the right direction. Flip it turnways. We gotta climb a li'l higher for what we need.

Maybe we gotta head to the roof.

now. brought cal.

where making this HAPEN.

Haha.

Just fuckin' with you.

Welcome to my blog, dude.

Want water? Imagine I got you a nice, chilled glass.

Let's get this parasocial relationship pumping.

Questions? Concerns? Misguided pseudo-parental queries about whether or not it's safe for your pipsqueak to be exposed to a full dose of radically Stridered bullshit?

Cool.

Make it all three and drop it in the asks, yeah?

[the-sun-system]

Screaming crying throwing up/postive

I cannot believe I've been with my in-system husband for 7 years in a couple days. I love him so damn much and it hasn't always been easy but now every second we spend together proves to me that you really do "just know when it's right", and that it can and should be easy eventually, because nothing has ever seemed more right and natural than being with him now. Being married for 4.5 years has been the best and healthiest romantic relationship in my life and I would not give him up for anything in the world. This man has held me together when I thought I had no way to avoid falling apart. I've known from the first hours I knew him that I needed him in a way I'll never fully be able to describe, that I couldn't lose him, and needless to say he is amazing even though he will never understand or believe how great he is to me. I've never been treated as well as he treats me. I cannot imagine anyone ever will, and that's just fine with me because he is perfect.

Of course I love all my in-system partners very much, and they are all very okay with my stronger attachment to him.

If/when you see this you big old doof I love you more than anything or anyone and you gotta stop getting down on yourself because no one has ever loved me like you and no one will ever be more important to me. Check the tags my love there's more down there.

[radiostaticsmile]

It both annoys me and gives me narc supply the way the entire fandom is being played by Alastor like a fiddle. Sooo many people are buying the image of himself he is trying to present and not getting the shit he is Clearly trying to hide and it's both like. Hahah, I have fooled you all. And also. No body understands me...........

lol

[possibly-in-wonderland]

Hot dogs and Pepsi for breakfast because I can't be bothered to do anything else right now.

[our-inspire-verse]

If someone were to make things for other plurals hypothetically if you could have any design or gear or whatever, clothings or tools or anything else, what kinda stuff would you guys be into?

Me personally, i think I'd like things like "I'm a plural" with "do not/please ask about my system" options for shirts and pins and such, or like "fictive heavy system" such things. What kinda language and vocab preferences do you have along with it?

I wanna search for and possibly make this sort of thing real but I'd love insight

[lavenderhorror-endie72]

Yesterday I learned that my little buggers contain potent biotoxins and make a man hallucinate. Don't do drugs, kids. Or butterflies. The bug kind. 🦋