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The expressions brought out in her bright eyes never failed to amuse him. Different than her battle expressions, or other problem solving games or video games. Perhaps because he knew it was her favorite game, he liked these expressions best of all - Even if on the receiving end of her rage.

"Maybe you can bargain with them. Maybe they're waiting for a certain amount of 1's to show up before blessing you with their luck?" He offered while flipping over a new card. A five.

"Maybe I'll stop pulling 5's... maybe this is a bad omen." Shaking his head he deposited the card in a blank cup and watched her gaze and then closed his eyes. "I'm sleepy... maybe we'll.... end soon..."

"It's not my fault the kitties like me today...." Xavier innocently scratched his cheek and held his cards ever so slightly closer to his mouth, almost protectively while his next quip fell,

"Just play better? Maybe they'll like you more instead."

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"It's not my fault the kitties like me today...." Xavier innocently scratched his cheek and held his cards ever so slightly closer to his mouth, almost protectively while his next quip fell,

"Just play better? Maybe they'll like you more instead."

"If you're gonna shittalk me while playing cards, I'm entitled to punching your throat."

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Astronomy Picture of the Day

2025 February 22

Rima Hyginus

Image Credit & Copyright: Vincenzo Mirabella

Rima Hyginus is a spectacular fissure, some 220 kilometers long, found near the center of the lunar near side. Easy to spot in telescopic views of the Moon, it stretches top left to bottom right across this lunar closeup. The image was made with exaggerated colors that reflect the mineral composition of the lunar soil. Hyginus crater lies near the center of the narrow lunar surface groove. About 10 kilometers in diameter, the low-walled crater is a volcanic caldera, one of the larger non-impact craters on the lunar surface. Dotted with small pits formed by surface collapse, Hyginus rima itself was likely created by stresses due to internal magma upwelling and collapse along a long surface fault. The intriguing region was a candidate landing site for the canceled Apollo 19 mission.

Authors & editors: Robert Nemiroff (MTU) & Jerry Bonnell (UMCP)

NASA Official: Amber Straughn

A service of: ASD at NASA / GSFC,

NASA Science Activation

& Michigan Tech. U.

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star gallery

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(via Instagram)

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"Xavier, does your light also produce heat?"

"Want to try it? I can show you." There's a menacing sparkle in his eye, growing a little too close into her personal bubble. In spite of the coy phrasing, he produces a glowing orb and holds it beside her cheek and avoids her gaze.

"What do you feel?"

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Juliette Drouet, from a letter to Victor Hugo, featured in My Beloved Toto: Letters

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holding the moon 🌙

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I'm     not     afraid                           of         death,

           but      I’m                   afraid               of              losing     you.

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The English Rose: A Forgotten Star Map from a Forgotten Genius

"Consisting of six Stars in the Rose itself, and several others in the Leaves and Branches, one of these is in the Center of the Rose, and five in the five green Leaves of the Knob: This I have somewhere described about ten Years since, but have mislaid them at the present: the way of finding them I shew'd to Sir Chr. Wren, and some others of this Society at the time when my Instrument was fixed for that purpose."

—Robert Hooke, Discourse of Earthquakes and Subterraneous Eruptions

In the 2004 article “In Search of the English Rose: Robert Hooke’s Lost Constellation” published in the Journal of the Royal Astronomical Society of Canada, author Martin Beech delves into a little-known episode in the life of Robert Hooke—his creation of a constellation called the “English Rose.” This celestial design, perhaps as both a scientific and patriotic symbol, was Hooke’s attempt to contribute to the evolving map of the night sky during the 17th century.

The cluster of stars are so faint that they are barely visible to the naked eye, and the only clue we have to their location is their close proximity to the North Celestial Pole.

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For a moment, he was worse. Hands went up around her waist while he twisted sideways, burying his face in against her abdomen, nuzzling back and forth as if to soothe an itch on his head, and imprint her scent on his very forehead.

"My book got boring. You're more interesting." He frowned, and lifted his face from her middle to look at her eyes from beneath her again. This time a smile alights his eyes. "Kiss me again."

[ LAP ]: sender lays their head in receiver’s lap while scrolling on their phone.

Xavier adjusted his head in her lap, trying to find a comforting position.

"...Nn." Another nuzzle, a bit closer. When he opens his eyes he can see the flit of her eyelashes, scrolling the phone, she'd been at it, expressions shifting with what she watched. What could possibly be so entertaining?

For a moment he stares, entranced in those eyes of lavender fields, and then huffs a sigh. Maybe he's pouting. Not that he realizes. "...Kaia?" now his face is smashed against her stomach while he rubs his forehead in, ".... Baby?"

".... Kaia?"

"Kaia...."

prompts — lazy days

It doesn't register, not immediately. The warm sun streaking into her living room through the windows had her scrolling through her phone without anything particular in her mind, but in that exact moment, her eyes light up.

She might not have particularly noticed Xavier's presence exactly, but she brings the phone closer to her face with a quiet gasp.

"Xavier!! There's a literacy festival in the next town over this weekend, please please we gotta go and—"

Kaia pauses.

Only right then does she notice the pouting figure who'd settled in her lap. Absentmindedly she'd carded her fingers through his hair—a little stroke every now and then—but she hadn't really said anything.

For a moment she's not quite sure how to react. Torn between a laugh so sheepish and a laugh borne out of adoration, she sits there with her hand holding the phone in the air, and she tilts her head lovingly.

"Oh... You're here," she grins a little.

As if to make up for her obvious distraction, she settles the phone down beside her and brings her hands over to cup Xavier's cheeks—the motion lifts his head a little, just enough for her to lean down and pepper his face in little kisses.

"Sooorryyyyyy. Was I neglecting you?" she brushes his hair out of his eyes. "I thought you were still reading... D'you wanna do something?"

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"Your Xavier doesn't come with warning signs... because you're the only one who can make me like this."

Laughing he set his "namesake" cup down, a light peach hue in his skin tone while he drew a little closer and pressed his lips softly to her temple, warmed from the heat of the cup.

"Besides, between the two of us... We both know you're more dangerous."

He pulled his lips away from her head and settled for another sip and picked up the menu card again to review.

This type of thing was rejuvenating, just to feel like a human being, to be at her side, to try brand new things- with her. It felt special.

"Besides each other, are there any of these you'd want to take home? You charged me up. Let me return the favor."

Nym leaned against the kitchen counter, phone in hand, a knowing smile tugging at her lips as she typed out a message.

💬 can tell your batteries are running low, mister.

💬 Lucky for you, I know just the way to recharge you.

💬 We’re going on a tea-tasting evening. Because tea is for the soul, and by the end of it, you’ll be back to 100%.

💬 So, what do you say? Up for a little soul-healing with me?

She hit send, already picturing his reaction—probably a small smile, maybe a dramatic sigh, who knows. - @aethercore-seeker

He read the messages with soft loving expression. How was it that he was so lucky to have her around now? How lucky to have her on his phone? How lucky that she was thinking of him at these moments?

He hit the call button and just maybe she could hear his smile through his voice.

"Hey, it's me. When do you want to go? Want to help me pick out an outfit? I'm not sure what to wear to that kind of thing."

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Ok. *Smiles happily, in a better mood and thinks about how to make sure that future day is perfect*

*Appears in a flash of light, frowning* The barbecue sandwich recipe didn't work.

"It didn't work? What do you mean it didn't work?" He asked, managing to only be slightly startled by the sudden appearance.

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Xavier knew the moment he saw them.

He'd seen his fair share of them, observing other people, getting them for her now and again. But this time? These are his. All his.

Just like her. And just like her, his heart squeezed in adoration.

He found a way to press them, just one of each kind, gingerly drying and flattening them to preserve for decades to come.

⚘

Send in a ⚘ to see which flower(s) my muse would offer yours.

There's no special occasion this time, no date marked on the calendar nor any excuse to get the bouquet other than she wants to. Thoughts of white tulips and roses, of I couldn't bring myself to say it back then, and I can say it now flitting through her head.

Except, the words catch in her throat all over again the moment he opens the door. From the looks of his hair and the way he's blinking sleep away she can tell he'd been napping, something squeezes in her chest and oh, I really do love you. But she steps forward and offers him the red and pink arrangement, a small smile on her lips.

"Here, these are for you."

She lets him take them. It's only later when they're talking that it slips out of her lips mid-conversation. A whisper, as natural as a breeze rustling through the trees. And much later, he would find a small note.

I wonder... if all that time in Jeremiah's flower shop has given you knowledge about flowers beyond taking care of them. If not, you can look up what the flowers I've given you mean. But I still think you know by now, right?

Red Carnations: deep love and affection.

Pink Delphiniums: romance and love.

Baby's breath: innocence and everlasting love.

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As they always do with U

@deepspacexavier SEEEEEE our pictures with your new lumiere costume turned out lovely!!! 💖✨

— 📸 @xaviersknight i love you girl!! 🥰🥰

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"That sounds perfect." Xavier slid his hand around her waist to settle just a little closer. "I can't wait to spend time with you."

[COMFORT KISS] Compassion, comfort: expressing compassion and comfort

It had been a long week. Long and exhausting. Mission after mission after mission—Amaryllis and her partner had barely had time to breathe. So when a rare moment of peace finally arrived, all she wanted was to curl up at home with a good book.

Naturally, she’d invited Xavier over. Curling up with a book, after all, wouldn’t be complete without him. He was just as worn out as she was—they both deserved the rest.

When he stepped into her apartment, Lis was in the kitchen making tea for the two of them. She hadn’t heard the door open, hadn’t heard his footsteps—only felt the quiet warmth of his arms wrapping around her waist, his chin resting gently on her shoulder. A soft smile tugged at her lips as she turned toward him.

“I’m going to start tying a bell to you,” she teased, giggling as she gave his nose a light poke. “You’re far too quiet when you come in.”

Her hand slid up to cup his cheek before she leaned in to kiss him. The touch of her lips was gentle, warm, and full of affection—clearly, she was grateful for this rare moment that wasn’t wrapped in the chaos of wanderers or chasing leads on Ever.

“I picked a good book for us to read together,” she murmured as she pulled back, still smiling. “It’s a brand-new fantasy novel. I made tea, set out some snacks, and the couch is ready for us to just snuggle in and forget the world for a while.”

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Warsan Shire, from “Backwards”, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head