#April PAD Challenge

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Wild and Mysterious Poetry

This week I talked about being unpinnable, the violence of language, and survival, so I was drawn to my Sasquatch poetry kit (assoc link). Sasquatch Sijo by Maria L. Berg 2024 The Prompts NaPoWriMo: Write a sijo. “This is a traditional Korean verse form. A sijo has three lines of 14-16 syllables. The first line introduces the poem’s theme, the second discusses it, and the third line, which is…

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2025 POETIC ASIDES APRIL POEM-A-DAY CHALLENGE: DAY 10

THOSE UNNUMBERED MILES © 2025 G. Smith (BMI) =================== Living out of a suitcase, Three days out of five, Might be making a living, But it’s no way of being alive.

Home’s not on the highway, Camping in some cheap motel, Making calls and walking halls, In this twenty-first century version of hell.

But still you wait for me at home, Always answer the telephone, Greet me at the door with a smile, That washes away those unnumbered miles, That washes away those unnumbered miles.

I’m halfway home as I leave the drive, And pull out on the open road, Thinking about when I get back, And putting down this heavy load.

The sun sets on another week, The time away is time that’s gone, And despite the nights and neon lights, The time with you is sweet and long.

Because still you wait for me at home, Always answer the telephone, Greet me at the door with a smile, That washes away those unnumbered miles, That washes away those unnumbered miles.

[the-pinetree-poet]

2025 APRIL POEM-A-DAY CHALLENGE: DAY 8 ~ THE TWELVE STEP STAIRWAY

THE TWELVE STEP STAIRWAY © 2025 G. Smith (BMI) =================== It finally came to this, After all this time, We’re here at the bottom, Facing a long, uphill climb. It’s a twelve step stairway, We both know never ends, Full of taking stock and making lists, And finally giving in.

You know that I can’t fix you, And I’m not the one to break you, There’s some things you need to do, And we both know I can’t make you. I will lean in right beside you, And I never once forsake you. Together we got here on our own; And you know I won’t leave you all alone,

There’s pain on both sides of the coin, But no reason for any kind of shame; As long as we do our parts, And assign any blame. ‘Cause it’s a twelve step stairway, We both know never ends, Filled with taking stock and making lists, And finally giving in.

Knowing that no matter what we do, Will simply be the start of something new. One day at a time, I’m here for you. One step at a time, I’m here for you. Always know that I’m, One day at a time, Here, For, You.

[nwpoetariel]

essential angel

draft essential angel a gentle love of a familiar, acheafter him almost another day.a drunk, who hungersbetween blaze and ground,soak there your heart –an imagined bouquetkept sacred between a season of snow& winter, a lesser nature of air.oh beautiful woman, he inspiresa freeze of river, whispers during night. Ariel

[loveesiren]

𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖲𝗒𝗋𝗎𝗉 & 𝖪𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌

Kwon Jiyong x fem!reader

a/n: BIGBANG APRIL WRITING CHALLENGE I wrote like four different versions of this but I'm glad I challenged myself! So fun :) Shout out to @ldydeath & @wcnderlnds for this fun event <3

prompt: Day 3 - One of them is sick and the other takes care of them

warnings: fluff, Jiyong being a sick baby <3

wc: 3.5k+

The harsh sound of coughing jolted you from sleep, dragging you out of a dream and straight into worry. It wasn’t just a casual throat-clear—it was deep, relentless, painful. You blinked against the faint pre-dawn light spilling through the curtains and reached for your phone on the nightstand. 4:45 a.m.

Your heart sank. He’d probably been up for a while.

You listened for a moment, the wheezing behind the bathroom door growing louder with each ragged breath he took. The sound of his suffering was impossible to ignore. You kicked off the covers and crawled out of bed, padding across the cold floor and toward the door.

You knocked gently, your voice barely above a whisper, but full of concern. “Ji? Are you okay?”

There was a beat of silence, then a muffled reply.

“M’fine…” he rasped, but even that word was shredded by another violent cough that shook through him.

Your chest ached just hearing it.

“Can I come in?”

Silence again. No protest, no permission. That in itself said enough.

You slowly opened the door, heart clenched tight, and found him exactly where you'd feared: hunched over on the edge of the bathtub, his body curled into itself as if he were trying to disappear. His elbows rested on his knees, and his head hung low in his hands. Each breath sounded like it was being dragged unwillingly from his chest, wheezy and raw.

“Baby…” you whispered, crossing the room and kneeling down beside him. “Hey. Look at me.”

You gently lifted his chin, your fingers warm against his clammy skin. His eyes met yours, barely. Bloodshot and glassy, puffy from lack of sleep and probably more than a little crying from the sheer discomfort. His nose was red and runny, his lips cracked and dry. He looked absolutely miserable.

You pressed the back of your hand to his forehead, then slid your palm down to his cheek. He was on fire. A soft, worried sound escaped your lips.

“Aish, Jagi…” you murmured. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

He tried to manage a breath. “Didn’t wanna bother you,” he whispered. “Just… need some coffee before work.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, no. You’re not going anywhere today.”

“But I have meeti—” His protest was cut off by another coughing fit that bent him over, his shoulders heaving with the effort.

You didn’t hesitate. “You’re not working, Jiyong. You’re sick. You need rest.”

He looked like he wanted to argue—but he didn’t have the strength. His head dropped again, this time resting against your shoulder.

“I’ll call your manager,” you said, threading your fingers gently through his hair. “Let him know you need a day off.”

He nodded, barely.

“Come on,” you said softly, reaching your hands out toward him. “Let’s get you in the shower. The steam will help.”

He blinked up at you, clearly torn. “I don’t wanna get you sick…”

You smiled, heart aching at how he still tried to protect you, even now. “Hush. Let me take care of you. Please.”

He hesitated, but then slowly reached for your hands, his fingers trembling as they laced with yours. You guided him to his feet carefully, steadying him when he swayed slightly.

“Feel dizzy…” he mumbled, voice thin and strained.

“I know, baby,” you whispered, holding him steady with one hand while you reached forward to turn on the shower with the other. You gave it a few moments to warm up before gently helping him out of his shirt. “Just lean on me, okay?”

His skin was feverish under your touch, and he shivered even as the heat from the steam began to rise around you. You guided him carefully under the water, keeping a firm arm around his waist in case his knees gave out.

The moment the warm spray hit his back, he sighed—his muscles, tense and aching, seemed to melt under the water, and he sagged forward, forehead pressing lightly to your shoulder.

You rid yourself of your own clothes before stepping under the stream with him. His arms looped loosely around your waist, and he rested his entire weight against you, his face nuzzling into the curve of your neck like it was the only place he could breathe properly.

You stroked his back slowly, letting the water pour over both of you as the bathroom filled with mist. He was so used to being strong, being “G-Dragon” to the world. But right now, he was just Jiyong—your husband, your person—and he was sick and vulnerable and needed you.

The only sound between you was the steady rhythm of the water and the occasional soft exhale from Jiyong as you moved around him with gentle, practiced hands. You worked the shampoo through his damp hair slowly, your fingers massaging his scalp with care. His long strands clung to your skin and slipped through your fingers like silk as you rinsed, the suds trailing down his neck and over his back.

He leaned into your touch with his eyes closed, the tension in his shoulders gradually softening. His breath hitched slightly when your fingertips skimmed behind his ears, the smallest sound escaping his throat—a low, appreciative moan, more comforted than suggestive. His body was exhausted, too weighed down by fever and fatigue for the kind of fun your showers usually ended with. But that didn’t stop him from savoring every moment of your care.

He thought to himself, This is what I should be doing for her. That’s how your shared showers usually went—he was the one massaging conditioner into your hair, trailing kisses down your spine, whispering love and nonsense alike while the hot water fogged up the mirrors. But not today. Not when his limbs felt like lead and his lungs burned with every breath.

Still, your touch was nothing short of magical. You washed him slowly, with reverence. Your hands moved down his chest, over his ribs, carefully lathering away the sweat and chills from the long, restless night. You placed featherlight kisses against his damp skin—his shoulder, the curve of his neck, just beneath his ear—as if to remind him he wasn’t alone.

He didn’t speak, and neither did you. You didn’t need to. The silence was full of love, of presence, of understanding.

Once you’d rinsed the last of the soap from his body, you stood together beneath the stream of warm water, letting it wash over both of you. He wrapped his arms around your waist again, resting his head against your shoulder, his breaths coming in slower now—less ragged, more grounded. You stayed like that for a while, just holding each other in the quiet.

Eventually, you shifted, running your fingers gently through his soaked hair. “Ready to get out, babe?” you murmured. “I’ll make you something to eat.”

He nodded. “Okay.” his voice was so small it tugged painfully at your chest. 

You helped him out of the shower carefully, grabbing the fluffiest, most comforting towel you could find and wrapping it around his shoulders like a blanket. He sat back down on the edge of the tub, shivering slightly despite the warmth of the room. The fever had yet to break.

You rummaged through the closet, determined to find something soft and comforting. Your fingers brushed over fabric until you settled on his favorite pair of grey sweatpants and an old, worn Balenciaga hoodie—one that had seen better days but still smelled like home. You handed them to him, then quickly dressed yourself in leggings and an oversized tee.

He moved slowly, almost dazed, and you watched as he tried to tug the hoodie over his head, arms sluggish and uncoordinated. You bit back a frown as he fumbled, then stepped forward.

“Here,” you said softly, taking the fabric from his hands. “Let me help you.”

As you helped him dress, he mumbled, eyes cast downward, voice thick with guilt. “M’sorry… I’m pathetic.”

Your heart clenched. You cupped his flushed cheek, the heat radiating from his skin like a furnace. “Hey,” you said firmly, but gently. “You’re sick. Everyone gets sick. Even G-Dragon.”

That earned the smallest smile from him—a shy curve of the lips and a soft huff of laughter that tickled the air between you. You kissed his cheek lightly, letting your lips linger against the warmth of his fevered skin.

“Now,” you said, brushing his hair out of his face. “Let’s get you wrapped up in front of the TV, and I’ll go make you something delicious.”

By the time you settled him on the couch, you'd turned it into a cozy nest of blankets and pillows. He sank into it like it was the safest place on earth, a heavy sigh leaving his chest as he curled up. You pulled the blanket up to his chin and turned on his comfort show—something soft, nostalgic, the kind of thing that didn’t ask much from a tired mind.

For a few minutes, he looked peaceful. But then the coughing started again. Dry, persistent, tearing at his chest. He tried to stifle it, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth, but it didn’t help much.

You stood in the kitchen, heart aching as you watched from the doorway. You knew how much he hated this—being weak, missing work, not being able to control what was happening in his own body. He’d always been a perfectionist, always felt the pressure to push through, to perform, to show up no matter what. But today, none of that mattered.

Today, he just needed to be taken care of.

So, you made it your mission. You blended his favorite smoothie and snuck in some vitamins. You made him a plate of warm food—something easy on the stomach and full of comfort. You kept the lights low, his tea hot, the tissues stocked, and the remote within reach.

He didn’t have to ask. He didn’t have to lift a finger.

Because he’d spent his whole life showing up for everyone else.

And today, you were going to show up for him.

-

By the time the clock blinked 5:00 p.m., Jiyong was deep into his third nap of the day. Or at least, trying to be. Sleep had been an inconsistent companion, slipping through his fingers every time a coughing fit seized his chest. His rest was fractured, broken up by shallow breaths and body aches, but he clung to the stillness when he could.

He was curled up on the couch now, swaddled in a cocoon of blankets, his head resting heavily in your lap. His breathing was shallow, wheezy—each inhale sounding like it scraped down his throat. Your fingers threaded softly through his damp hair, moving without thought, trying to soothe whatever pain he couldn’t seem to shake. The TV murmured in the background, just enough to fill the quiet.

In your free hand, your phone screen glowed faintly. You scrolled through the delivery app, adding item after item with care: cough syrup, vapor rub, lozenges, decongestants, tissues, eye drops. Everything your mom used to keep on hand when you were little and sick. You didn’t want to miss a single thing that might bring him even a moment of relief.

You paused, then typed in a few more ingredients. Carrots. Celery. Egg noodles. Chicken thighs. The makings of your grandmother’s homemade chicken noodle soup. You hadn’t made it in years, but somehow, it felt like the exact thing Jiyong needed now. Comfort in a bowl. The taste of being cared for.

You confirmed the order and gently set your phone aside, your attention returning to Jiyong. He was still asleep, breathing softly, lashes fluttering slightly against his flushed cheeks. You brushed a damp strand of hair from his forehead and rested your palm lightly against his skin. Still warm. Still too warm.

You swallowed down the worry.

But then his body tensed, and within seconds, he was coughing violently—his whole frame convulsing with the effort. You jumped, startled, immediately sliding your arms under him to help him sit up. He leaned forward into your chest as the coughs wracked through him, gasping between each one.

“Oh, baby…” you whispered, rubbing firm, soothing circles along his back, your heart breaking with each breath he struggled to take.

Eventually, the fit subsided, leaving him slumped against you, panting. He groaned low and long, the frustration spilling out of him in a wave.

“I fucking hate this,” he muttered, voice raw and thick with exhaustion.

You pressed your chin to his shoulder, your arms still wrapped around his trembling frame. “I know, baby,” you murmured. “I’m having some stuff delivered—food, medicine. It’ll help you sleep through the night.”

He didn’t say anything right away. Instead, he turned into you, resting his forehead against your collarbone before gently pulling you into his lap. His arms wrapped around you, not as tight as usual, but with all the same love.

“Thank you,” he whispered, voice softer now, almost ashamed. “For always taking care of me.”

You hugged him back, your hand stroking his hair again. “I’ll always take care of you,” you said softly. “Through sickness and in health, remember?”

You pulled back slightly and held up your hand, admiring the diamond ring he’d placed on your finger just two years ago. The sparkle of it caught the last light of the afternoon.

He took your hand in his, fingers tracing the band as a tired smile touched his lips. “Best decision I ever made.”

-

The two of you stayed like that for another 45 minutes, tangled in the warmth of each other and the couch. You could feel your eyelids growing heavy, your body sinking into his. You were drifting… until the doorbell rang.

You startled slightly, rubbing your eyes as you gently slipped out of Jiyong’s arms. He let out a groggy, disappointed huff, already missing your warmth. You kissed the top of his head before padding away.

You shuffled to the door, grabbed the delivery bag, and quickly made your way into the kitchen—ready to throw everything you had at this cold until it backed off. Jiyong, still weak but stubborn, watched you disappear around the corner.

Then, you heard the telltale sound of his slippers dragging across the hardwood floor. You smiled to yourself. “You should be resting,” you said without looking back.

“I missed you,” he said simply, wrapping his arms around you from behind, his body pressing gently into yours. “What did you get?” he asked, peeking into the bag over your shoulder.

“I’m making you soup for dinner,” you said, organizing the contents. “And I’m mixing up a medicine cocktail for you.”

He groaned dramatically. “Yuck. Medicine.”

“Don’t be a baby,” you teased. “You wanna feel better, don’t you?”

He hummed, tucking his face into the crook of your neck like a child clinging to their favorite stuffed animal.

You pulled out the cough syrup and poured the thick, sticky liquid into the small dosage cup, bracing yourself for his inevitable protest. Just as expected, Jiyong sighed and shuffled over to the fridge. He poured himself a tall glass of chocolate milk.

You turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “Please tell me you’re not about to chase that tiny shot of grape syrup with milk.”

He raised the glass proudly. “Gotta get the taste out of my mouth somehow.”

You watched in horror as he downed the medicine like a shot, then immediately chugged the milk.

“You’re disgusting,” you said, half-laughing, half-gagging. “You know that?”

He set the glass down with a satisfied sigh. “You married me. For better or for worse.”

“Clearly,” you muttered with an eye-roll, though your smile betrayed your fondness.

Then you pulled out the Vapo stick, unscrewing the cap.

“Lift your shirt,” you said, waving the tube in front of him.

“Why?” he asked, eyeing it suspiciously.

“Let me rub this on your chest. It’ll help open your lungs.”

His eyes narrowed. “This isn’t one of those weird things again, is it? Like that peel-off face mask from hell?”

You giggled. “This one’s legit. It was my favorite when I was a kid.” You held it up for him to smell, the minty scent filling the air.

He sniffed. “You mean when you were a little rave girl?”

“Shut up,” you laughed, already tugging up his hoodie. “Just trust me.”

He stood still as you gently rubbed the balm into his skin, his eyes fluttering shut as he breathed in the menthol. His body visibly relaxed.

“Told you,” you said smugly.

“Thanks, Jagi,” he murmured, finally looking at peace for the first time all day.

You leaned up and kissed him softly, lingering just long enough for him to melt into it. “Now go. Back to the couch while I make dinner.”

“You sure you don’t want me to help?” he asked, rubbing at his tired eyes.

“I’m sure,” you said, giving him a pointed look. “Go. Sit.”

He held up his hands in mock surrender and backed away, already turning toward the living room.

You turned back to the counter, already chopping vegetables, your heart full of love and worry and exhaustion—but above all, devotion. Because loving someone wasn’t always about the grand gestures or perfect days.

Sometimes it looked like soup and cough syrup and kisses on clammy foreheads.

And you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

-

By the time dinner was ready and the soup was simmering perfectly in the pot, Jiyong looked like a different person—or at least, a slightly stronger version of the one who had been dragging himself across the house all day. His color had returned ever so slightly, and the coughing fits that once shook him every few minutes had quieted into an occasional, mild wheeze. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make your heart swell with relief.

You ladled steaming bowls of your grandmother’s chicken noodle soup—rich with herbs, tender chunks of chicken, and thick noodles—and brought them into the living room. Jiyong sat curled into the corner of the couch, wrapped in a nest of blankets, looking cozy and a little more alive. His eyes lit up the second you handed him his bowl.

And to your surprise—though maybe you shouldn’t have been surprised—he downed it like it was the best thing he’d ever eaten. Three bowls later, he slumped back against the couch with a satisfied groan, one hand resting lazily on his stomach.

You grinned as you stacked your empty bowls on the coffee table, leaving them there for Zoa and Iye to sniff and carefully lick clean. The cats didn’t care that the bowls were already spotless—they were just thrilled to be included.

You pressed play on the movie again, the familiar dialogue filling the room as the two of you sank deeper into the cushions. You glanced over and saw Jiyong beginning to nod off, his head lolling to the side, eyes blinking slower with every passing second. The soup, the medicine, and sheer exhaustion from the day were finally catching up to him. 

“Come on,” you whispered, brushing a hand through his hair. “Let’s go to bed.”

“M’comfy…” he mumbled sleepily, burying his cheek further into the throw pillow.

“You’ll be more comfy in bed, baby. Promise.”

He groaned like a child being asked to get up for school, but after a dramatic pause, he launched himself off the couch and into your arms, his limbs heavy and loose like a ragdoll. You stumbled back with a laugh, catching him just in time before he could drag you both down.

“God, you’re such a menace,” you teased, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you guided him toward the bedroom.

“Tired menace,” he murmured, nuzzling against your temple.

When you reached the bed, you helped him into it like he was made of glass. He sighed as he sank into the mattress, eyes already drifting closed again. You kissed his forehead before hurrying back to the kitchen to gather everything he might need through the night—water, tissues, another dose of medicine, cough drops all on standby. You placed it all neatly on the nightstand.

Once he was settled, you peeled off your clothes and changed into one of his oversized t-shirts. It swallowed you whole, soft with years of wear and still faintly scented like him.

You crawled into bed beside him, the blankets warm from his body heat. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close, letting your body curl around his back.

“Jal ja, nae sarang,” you whispered against his temple, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of his head.

It wasn’t often Jiyong let you be the big spoon. Usually, he needed to be the one holding you—his protector instincts constantly humming under the surface. But tonight, he just wanted to be held. To feel safe. And you were more than happy to be that for him. After all the times he’d carried your stress, your grief, your pain—it felt good to return the favor, to be the arms he melted into.

Your fingers drifted lazily over his skin, tracing invisible patterns across his side, and slowly, you felt the tension melt out of him. His breathing deepened. Even. Steady.

And then… silence.

He had finally drifted into the deep, peaceful sleep he’d been chasing all day.

And with a full heart, you held him a little tighter, whispering another silent promise against his skin.

I’ve got you. Always.

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thunderstruck | marcus pike

Summary | You're scared of storms but it's okay, because Marcus always knows how to soothe you.

Pairing | Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Word Count | 1.4K

Warnings | Explicit - descriptions of thunderstorms, softness/fluff, rain, established relationship, oral sex (f receiving), dirty talk, our boy Marcus just being Marcus. No use of y/n.

Authors Note | This is my contribution to @undercoverpena's April Showers Challenge. It's a blessing that I got anything out because this brief gave me so many ideas, but I've missed my man and knew he would be the one I'd want to comfort me through a rain storm. Enjoy.

Main Masterlist | Ko-Fi

Divider by @saradika

Are you busy?

No baby, what’s up?

I don’t like the storm.

They’ve never been your favourite. Something about growing up on the coast, when the rain and wind would bring the waves crashing near your home, and your parents would walk about like nothing was wrong and there wasn’t the immediate danger of your house being washed out to sea. The nights, when the wind would clatter the shutters against the windows and drag tiles from the roof to break onto the ground. It might be Washington D.C. now and you might live in a new apartment building, but it doesn’t make the torrential rain and gale force winds any easier to handle.

You’re sitting on the couch, curtains drawn with all the lights on to try and make it feel less scary, but when the first clap of thunder hits you jump and scream all the same, burying yourself further under the blanket, some childhood wish for that to keep you safe.

There’s a knock at the door a little while later, the only thing that could drag you from the warm cocoon of blankets. Padding gently to the door, you open it, Marcus stood in front of you, dripping wet from the storm outside. He steps across the threshold, arm wrapping around your waist as he dips to press a kiss to the crown of your head.

“This feels stupid.” You grumble as you shut the door behind him, following close to his heels as he walks through your apartment, so familiar with it now that it feels like home to have to him here.

“It’s not stupid if you’re scared, baby.” He soothes, sitting down on your couch, opening his arm to encourage you to snuggle into his side, which you do without question.

You can feel his thumb tracing soothing circles on your arm as you settle a little, but it’s short-lived, when a crash of thunder bellows through the room from outside, making you jump and bury your head into the side of his neck with a groan.

“I blame the coast,” You speak softly, “I was always so scared of it blowing our house away when I was small.”

“You know what helps?” Marcus murmurs against your head, another soft kiss placed to it.

“Hmmm?”

“Sometimes you’ve just got to be louder than the storm.”

You look up at him, confused for a second, until you can feel him moving the two of you, laying you gently down on the couch. His mouth sponges kisses across your neck, trailing down across your collarbone before he drags it away to peel your tank top from your body. You hear Marcus hum in approval at your lack of bra, his hands gently pressing your tits together before his mouth is suckling a nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking over it until it’s stiffened to a peak, giving the same attention to the other side until you’re gasping, bucking your hips into his, the bulge in his trousers evident as his mouth trails further south, tongue leaving a trail from your tits and down your stomach until he gets to the waistband of your pyjama pants.

“Lift up.” He murmurs softly, voice almost drowned out by the constant smattering of rain against the windows.

Doing as you’re told, you lift your hips up, letting him hook his fingers into the waistband to drag them down your legs. You miss the weight and warmth of his body when it’s gone, but then you feel his warm palms on the inside of your thighs, pressing your legs open, and then you don’t mind so much at all, especially when you look up at him, watching him admire the already sticky mess accumulating between your thighs.

Marcus moves to run his thumb across your folds, dragging your slick across your skin, but not daring to dip below to where you truly want him.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He muses, moving to situate himself between your legs, hot mouth pressing wet kisses to the delicate skin of your thighs, teasing you by putting his mouth everywhere but where you need it most.

“M-Marcus, please.” You whimper when his face moves, he’s so close to your cunt you can feel the hot of his breath.

“What do you want, baby?” He asks, running that damn thumb over your folds once more, this time though, his other thumb rests to the side, gently pulling your folds apart to bare you to him, “Want me to kiss it a little?”

“Oh god, oh please Marcus, please.”

“Sound so pretty when you beg for it.” He speaks, and you’re about to say something smart when he leans forward and presses a single, open-mouth kiss to your clit.

It’s tiny in comparison to what you really want, but it makes you throw your head back anyway, back arching, trying to press your cunt closer to his face. Thankfully, he takes pity on you, kisses your clit once, twice more, and then you can feel the tip of his tongue, flicking up against your clit, then dragging back down, sometimes circling, working you gently until you’re whining and bucking your hips into his face.

You’d almost forgotten about the storm outside, the movements of his tongue distracting you just enough, until the loudest clap of thunder echoes through the apartment. It makes you scream, jumping slightly, but you feel Marcus’ hands grip tightly to the skin of your thighs, tearing his mouth away from you. You look down at him, mouth glistening with a mix of your slick and his spit, glint across his brown eyes.

“What did I say?” He asks, squeezing at your thighs again, “What did I tell you earlier?”

“Um…” You wrack your brain, trying to remember, “I needed to be louder than the storm?”

“That’s right, my clever girl,” He praises, heat rising across your skin, “If you scream for me, you won’t notice.”

Once again, before you can retort with your smart mouth, he’s back on you, lips closing around your clit, tongue resuming it’s flicking across your bundle of nerves, but then you can feel two of his fingers sinking inside you, easing into your walls, curling up against that perfect spot inside of you.

It makes you cry out, his name dropping from your lips as you arch off the couch, his tongue working in time to the press of his two fingers in your cunt. You’re chanting his name into the room, moving your hips in time to the movements of his hands until you’re teetering on the edge of bliss. He knows, of course he does, the way your walls start to flutter around his fingers, so he slows his fingers, keeping you dangling over the edge but not quite pushing you just yet.

“Marcus p-please,” You whimper, hands tangling in his hair, “Please make me come.”

“You asked so nicely, baby,” He muses against your pussy, letting his fingers curl just perfectly against the spongy spot inside you, “Whenever you’re ready honey.”

It takes very little more, his mouth suckling at your clit, his fingers pressing inside you, and then you’re crashing, skin aflame with pleasure as you do exactly as he told you and scream his name into the living room, body convulsing, gushing around his fingers as they still inside you. You’re clenching around him as his tongue moves gently across your clit to work you through your orgasm until you’re boneless and pliant beneath him.

Marcus drags his fingers from you, letting them run up the skin of your thighs, as he finally relents and pulls away from you, just in time for more thunder to sound out, this time a little further away.

“Well, listen there,” He whispers, fingers moving to undo the button of his trousers, “Storm still hasn’t passed,” He speaks as he drags the zipper down, “Think you can make a little more noise, baby?”

You reach up, hand clutching the back of his neck to pull him back down on top of you, mouth meeting his, tasting yourself on his tongue as he kisses you before you pull away, “I can make all the noise you want.”

[bigmacari]

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Cassandra Jones x Gen reader

General Dating/Domestic Headcanons

☆Warning(s) Mention of Blood and Injuries.

☆Author Note(s) If got any constructive criticism, let me know, I'm always looking to improve.

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☆ A morning with Cassandra consists of waking up VERY early. Which is crazy because she goes to bed at ungodly hours.

Says she "only needs a couple hours of sleep"

You have no idea how she has so much energy during the day.

If your still sleeping she'll TRY not to wake you up, but usually fails.

She's just a loud person tbh.

You'll usually find her working out, training or making some coffee in the morning. I imagine that she drinks coffee black, refuses to put anything else in it.

Make/buy her some food for breakfast and you WILL get a kiss from her.

SHE DOES NOT KNOW HOW TO COOK LMAO.

Almost set the kitchen on fire when she tried to bake a cake for your birthday. April had to step in, probably dragged Mikey along too.

(Omg Mikey and Cassandra bonding time??)

Likes spicy food quite a lot. Would challenge you to a spice contest. Which would sadly end with both of you running to the fridge to get whatever to ease the pain. Just a mess overall.

MAKEUPPPP

Have you seen Cassandras makeup???

She at least spends 30 minutes on it everyday, AND SHE LOOKS SO GOOD.

I would say that she would help do your makeup if you asked, but please be aware that her taking out an eye is very possible.

Whenever yall smooch, some of her lipstick comes off on you.

Hope you like black lipstick lmao.

If you don't already know how to fight, Cassandra would definitely try and teach you. This may or may not lead to some injuries, none of them on purpose of course.

PLAY FIGHTING

Yall would definitely play fight.

Just both of yall giggling, (more like her laughing manicly as she chases you down)

Cassandra is STRONG and FAST, so she usually wins. Brags about it too.

"I SHALL BE VICTOROUS, TASTE MY WRATH!"

If you ever did accidentally get hurt, she would feel so bad. Especially if there's blood involved or bones broken. Tears are guaranteed from her.

If you get hurt from someone else, Cassandra would HUNT THEM DOWN.

Not even a funny "who did this to you 🥺"

She is VERY protective for the people she cares about.

On the other hand, when Cassandra gets hurt, she'll probably try to play it off as "only a flesh wound" And honestly, it probably feels that way to her because she's always running off of adrenaline.

But you'd be over here like "Cass, your arm is in the opposite direction 😧"

Give her massages.

Poor thing is always sore from fighting and going on wild missions. I just KNOW her back be hurting like crazy.

The medicine cabinet is always full of Ibuprofen and Tylenol.

At the end of the day, sit Cassandra down with some comfy clothes and give her some back and shoulder rubs. Helps her a lot.

Has a heating pad, which she would definitely let you use anytime.

Also help take off her arm/wrist bandages at the end of the day and redo them in the morning.

HUGE cuddler?

A whole different person when she's tired, will just plop on the bed and fall asleep immediately.

Drags you along with her, and does NOT let you go. Girly got you in a headlock.

Cassandra snores and talks in her sleep. Also moves a lot too, not to mention the kicking. Headbutted you once and still didn't wake up. Asked why you had a mark on your forehead in the morning.

If you fall asleep first, she'll give you a kiss on the forehead before drifting off herself <3

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☆ !REQUESTS OPEN! ☆

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[sealofarchives]

Hello, could you do a Rottmnt headcanon of what kind of relationship Leo, Raph, Donnie and Mikey would be?

Headcanon: The reader might need 4 rings in the future since they couldn't decide on one turtle. (Requested prompt)

A/N: sorry for bringing up watt/pad again but, I did at least a couple of oneshots towards the reader in a poly relationship with the guys. So I had a bit of deja vu seeing this type of prompt again (probably around 5 years of writing) but anyway...

One last note: It was a bit difficult to understand the wording towards this particular ask. I already had some unpleasant interactions with "those fans" so I hesitated for a bit with this one.

So please double check your asks before sending it because I don't want to end up with another semi-hiatus because of asks that were out of my control...

If this isn't the kind of relationship you're into, then just skip this one.

Leo

He honestly wasn't expecting you to make the first move.

And tbh, he kept pacing around his room by the time the new feelings bonked him on the head. Like "Ooooh no... (Y/N)'s actually really really really cute..."

Surprisingly, he went to Splinter for advice. Part of his soul left his body when the rat man explained the importance of that special relationship in a lovey dovey manner. But, actually listened slowly realizing Splinter's previous relationships ended in failure. Especially with how things are with Splinter and Big Mama.

Its close to the end of the week when you suggest that idea to date all four of them. And you were very much taken back that he's okay with it. Though he can't promise not to be jealous from time to time. But, he and his brothers will make sure not to break your heart and will swear by it.

- More likely to do surprise visits (or alerting you with a text that he's dropping by for a few minutes. sometimes close to an hour or more if he's not really in the mood for a night patrol)

- Accidentally starts light hearted competitions with him and his brothers trying to impress you. He's still gonna be a showboat but tones it down the moment you pretend to ignore him.

- He's a bit insane and brave with the idea of wanting to meet your family members (the ones that you feel comfortable with). Or towards people that have been there for you in those darker times. Aside from April and his future self being close to a guardian figure to Casey Jr. And the brief time he and his family had with Karai, might be the reasons why he wants to reach out more. Mostly starting small though since the mental scar from the Krang and Shredder really changed him as a person.

Its usually Mikey or Donnie that challenge the red slider turtle to a friendly game on winning your affection. And when he's not feeling up to it, he just waits when Raph's turn is over and asks for your TLC (tender loving care).

Despite the horrors, he's still the same ol whiner. And will probably latch on to you with the most saddest eyes. That you're luckily immune to as you hold hands with one of his brothers for the start of the next week. Donnie has used a spray bottle with water at him and still does it even when its not his turn.

Raph

Very confused about the idea and trying to make sense of it.

It might be close to a few weeks where he finally understands. (mainly asking from April because his brothers can make it sound more confusing)

He hasn't really thought that much about the existential dread of the mutant/human relationship until seeing either Leo or Donnie silently anxious about it. Like the alligator snapping turtle is always more focused on keeping his family safe. And with you as a partner (and potential future spouse) being shared with him and the rest of his brothers. Mind Raph is pestering him even more just to say it out loud than just waiting for you to lead the relationship.

He'll eventually get used to it and given his oldest brother status. Takes it with ease being more patient compared to their high energy.

- Doesn't realize he acts like a "proper gentleman" (or gentleturtle as Donnie would say) when Raph opens the door for you while you're carrying boxes or something. Or offers to help you with the heavy lifting. Even Splinter calls him out on that behavior.

- When its his turn dating you, you get immediate "dibs" on everything. He plays very innocent with you but on his brothers. They always work together on a prank back at him for being annoying about it.

- Tends to look at your hands sometimes. He blushes thinking about how soft it feels around his face and lightly tracing around where its safe to touch his spiky shell.

While he always has good intentions, his brothers heavily hate the 'chaperone or third wheel checking in on the date idea'.

- It's mostly brought at least once a month and the trio usually try to tell you ahead of time before it happens again.

He'll be slightly grumpy whenever the trio share a single brain cell about a really stupid thing that he won't get.

- And he'll whine for a bit if you end up taking their side so, just take his side to save him from another wrinkle on his Raph chasm.

Donnie

He's silently making a fuss about it during the first month.

And a bit at himself, for waiting so long to ask you out. Before you went ahead with the bold move of "I don't want you guys to fight over me so... Is it okay if I date all four of you?"

It takes him a long while to get used to it. Or when Dr Feelings notices the softshell turtle not being open and honest about this relationship with you.

However once he's fully settled in, a very charming and laidback sort of relationship.

- I always get the vibe he uses 'dearest or darling' as his term of affection towards you. (His brothers used to tease him about it but, on days where bad luck decided to give this turtle a break and more on them. They're pleading for your help and whether you want to add fuel to that fire. That's on you)

- To me, he has that dramatic hopeless romantic energy. The only difference he pulls it off better than the dense couples in rom com movies/shows. With the amount of words he knows, at least a few or almost all of his compliments at you will send your heart into a flutter.

- At least every now and then, he'll try to dazzle you with something. Either one of his incredible inventions or surprising you with your favorite thing. (He'll boldly insist he was a step ahead getting it as a surprise. Even though his brothers actually chipped in to avoid another "The Purple Game" incident)

He sort of has a friendly rivalry with Leo on trying to make you laugh.

- If he starts to gloat about it, especially winning with the claim "Told you I was the funniest."

You kissing the softshell turtle's lips will instantly shut him down. use that power wisely

He unfortunately has jealousy issues by the time his turn is up.

- Like pretending to give the cold shoulder until you need help with something he's an expert at.

Mikey

Very much the mature one taking this relationship seriously.

Even though it took a few days with Donnie's help to get a better understanding of your idea of the poly relationship.

Dr Feelings and Dr Delicate Touch are working overtime because of these dumb dumbs sometimes.

Despite that, absolutely the sweetest turtle boyfriend. (and best future turtle husband material out of the four of them)

- While he has the Lou Jitsu charm, Mikey's bundle of sunshine is a whole another level. You can't help but, slowly break into a smile from his toothy grin.

- If you're the type who takes a long while to warm up to pda. He'll mostly stick to handholding and ask whenever you want a hug or kiss from him. (He's definitely more warm as a result of the mystic fire-based energy and ninpo that just naturally went with the flow towards him. So you sometimes fall asleep on his shoulder without realizing it)

- More likely to make any boring task you dread doing into a fun adventure. You both have matching hats from a previous grocery trip and pretended it was a mission from one of the Jupiter Jim comics.

His brothers were totally not jelly about it.

Very much tries to hide his embarrassment from his brothers suggesting 'better date ideas' to the best of his ability. He glared a few times at Raph with the chaperone idea. The usual youngest not getting along with the oldest brother sort of deal. So whenever you're around, the biggest sign is a strained smile on his face while lying that everything is okey-dokey.

- He almost clamped his shell shut when Splinter immediately disapproved the ideas with something even more embarrassing.

The only downside is he might go to some extreme lengths with how stubborn his brothers act.

- So you might need additional help from Splinter or April to prevent a new doctor persona along the lines of Dr Chaos.

[authormarialberg]

And Zoom It's Over

The July/Aug 2020 Poets&Writers Magazine was the first of the magazines I studied this month where the effects of COVID-19 became apparent, an interesting place to end this intensive jaunt through the recent history of Poets & Writers. P&W Collage #26 – Zoom In the Trends section in a piece called “Literary Festivals Go Virtual” I read, “The Jackson Hole Writers Conference, Bay Area Book…

[gtunesmiff]

2025 APRIL POEM-A-DAY CHALLENGE:

DAY 5

Our first weekend of April.

Let's keep the poems rolling.

For today's prompt:

take the phrase "After (blank),"

replace the blank with a word or phrase,

make the new phrase the title of your poem,

and then, write your poem.

Possible titles might include:

"After Hours,"

"After a Good Movie,"

"After a Quick One,"

"After the Encore,"

and/or "After a While."

Remember: 

These prompts are springboards to creativity. Use them to expand your possibilities, not limit them.

[the-pinetree-poet]

2025 APRIL POEM-A-DAY CHALLENGE: DAY 6 ~ AFTER YOU

Well, a day late - yesterday's (4/6) prompt was to write a reaction piece, and the stuttering start I had on this one as an attempt to complete the phrase (easy), and then write the piece (not so) to After ____ on 4/5 seemed to fit the bill with a new slant... But I'll let you be the judge...

AFTER YOU © 2025 G. Smith (BMI) =================== Mama raised me right, And Dad did his part, too, Teaching me how to be, A gentleman through and through – Help with chores, old open doors, And with a smile say, “After you!

After you, after you, Tell me if there’s anything I can do. Whatever you ask, why, that’s what I’ll choose. After you, after you;

I like to think their raising, Made me who I am, And that you’d finally see, the good in me, And take me for your man. Before you I was lonely, and no one was my one and only; With a smiling heart I say, “After you!”

After you, after you, Tell me that you Love me true, Whatever you wish, that’s what I’ll do. All for you, after you.

I couldn’t believe the words I heard, My heart fell to the floor; As you stood there, without a care, And said them all once more. That you couldn’t take another minute, of your life with me there in it, And I was left alone, after you.

After you, after you, I know there’s nothing, I can do. You’ve said it all, I know we’re through; After you, after you.

No I don’t know what I’m gonna do… After you, after you. After you, after, You.

[nwpoetariel]

the void

the void my muscles are heavy with need. i whisper into the voidstill too quiet for you to avoidall i want is for you to walk into my poemlet to swirl and whirl around youperhaps sneak into your earwork its way into your subconscious then one day you will start to randomlythink about meand love then connect the twoand with a thundering shoutyou will run back to me your muscles heavy with…

[iamvercnika]

ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀ VERONIKA ⠀ ❫ ⸻ ❝ here is how i spend my days now. i live in a beautiful place. i sleep in a beautiful bed. i eat beautiful food. i go for walks through beautiful places. i care for people deeply. at night my bed is full of love, because i alone am in it. i cry easily, from pain and pleasure, and i don't apologize for that. in the mornings i step outside and i'm thankful for another day. it took me many years to arrive at such a life. ❞

₊‧⁺˖ ⠀⠀⠀ IDENTITY  ! 

LEGAL  NAME  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ choi yoona ( 최유나  )

ARTIST  NAME  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ veronika  (  베로니카  )

NICKNAMES  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ nation’s  witch,  nana,  blooby

BIRTHDAY  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ april  30,  1997

ZODIAC  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ taurus

ETHNICITY  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ south  korean 

OCCUPATION  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ idol, producer, actress

LANGUAGES  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ korean,  english,  japanese 

₊‧⁺˖ ⠀⠀⠀ PHYSICALITY  ! 

BODY  TYPE  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ mesomorph

BUILD  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ athletic

HEIGHT  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ one  hundred  sixty-two  (  162  )  centimeters  |  five  foot  & three inches  (  5’3”  )

DISTINCTIVE  FEATURES  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ piercing eyes, sharp jawline, full lips, beatific smile, a cybersigil tattoo on her left thigh, big scar on her right knee ( always covered with a knee pad or pants )

FACE  CLAIM  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ kim bora  (  dreamcatcher  ) 

₊‧⁺˖ ⠀⠀⠀ PERSONALITY  ! 

OVERVIEW  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ VERONIKA exudes an air of mystery, often leaving fans intrigued by her enigmatic persona. she embraces the unknown and is not afraid to delve into darker themes, both in her music and her public image. she faces challenges head-on and is deeply involved in the creative direction of her music and visuals, showcasing her creativity and artistic vision. VERONIKA enjoys pushing boundaries and experimenting with different styles, keeping her fans engaged and intrigued.

POSITIVE  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ VERONIKA's ability to connect with her audience on an emotional level, sharing her own experiences and struggles, nurtures a sense of empathy and understanding among her fans. she demonstrates remarkable resilience in the face of adversity, bouncing back from setbacks and using challenges as opportunities for growth. she treats others with respect and kindness, valuing the contributions of her collaborators and showing appreciation for her fans. despite her dark image, VERONIKA is deeply compassionate, using her platform to raise awareness of social issues and advocate for positive change.

NEGATIVE  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ her dedication to her craft can border on perfectionism, leading to self-criticism and a reluctance to release new music until it meets her high standards. VERONIKA's introspective nature may lead her to withdraw from others at times, preferring solitude to social interaction, which can create challenges in building and maintaining relationships. VERONIKA's strong-willed nature can sometimes manifest as stubbornness, making it difficult for her to compromise or consider alternative perspectives in collaborative settings. may use her music as a means of escape, withdrawing from reality or avoiding personal challenges rather than confronting them directly.

₊‧⁺˖ ⠀⠀⠀ OTHER  ! 

HABITS  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ staring into the distance / spacing out, playing with jewellery or accessories, nail tapping, twirling hair, humming softly in random moments, subtle smirks, stirring drinks clockwise FEARS  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ loss of identity,  abandonment, being trapped, betrayal PET  PEEVES  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ interrupting her creative process, disrespect for boundaries, disorganisation, being treated as a stereotype HOBBIES  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ songwriting, reading, collecting crystals, yoga, collecting plants, gardening, cooking live, photography TALENTS  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ singing, dancing,  visual art, production,  acting, voice mimicry, calligraphy

₊‧⁺˖ ⠀⠀⠀ BIOGRAPHY  ! 

PRE-DEBUT  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ VERONIKA began her musical training in her early teens, studying vocal techniques and music theory. inspired by a diverse range of musical genres, including rock, pop, and classical, VERONIKA honed her skills as a vocalist and songwriter. in addition to her love for music, VERONIKA also had a passion for the arts. she enjoyed drawing, painting, and exploring different forms of creative expression. this early interest in visual arts would later influence her approach to music videos and stage performances. despite her natural talent and passion for music, VERONIKA faced challenges along the way. like many aspiring artists, she encountered moments of doubt and insecurity, wondering if she had what it took to succeed in the competitive music industry. however, her determination and love for music always prevailed, driving her to continue pursuing her dreams.

PRESENT  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ since her debut, VERONIKA has continued to push the boundaries of music, exploring themes of darkness, mysticism, and empowerment in her music. she has released several successful albums and singles, each showcasing her evolution as an artist and her commitment to her unique concept. VERONIKA's influence extends beyond music, as she has become a fashion icon known for her bold and avant-garde style. she is also actively involved in various philanthropic efforts, using her platform to raise awareness of social issues and support causes close to her heart. despite her public persona, VERONIKA maintains a relatively private personal life. she is known for her introspective nature and deep connection to her art, often drawing inspiration from her own experiences and emotions.

[lonestarflight]

"View of the launch of the Shuttle Challenger during the STS-41-C mission. The orbiter has cleared the launch pad with a large cloud of smoke covering the bottom part of the frame."

Date: April 6, 1984

NASA ID: link, KSC-84PC-0335

[satoshi-mochida]

Mythical Concept: STARNAUT launches April 28 - Gematsu

Roguelike action game STARNAUT will leave Early Access and launch for PC via Steam on April 28 under the new title Mythical Concept: STARNAUT, developer crim announced.

STARNAUT first launched in Early Access on February 14, 2024.

The version 1.0 release will feature a massive update that introduces new systems, story content, weapons, and stages, including a tale that connects to El Shaddai: Ascension of the Metatron.

Here is an overview of the game, via its Steam page:

About

STARNAUT is an easy to control roguelike action game.

Choose Your Weapon – Feel the excitement of destroying the infinite amount of enemies!

Challenge to the Extreme – You will have maximum of 30 minutes to sweep them!

Be Careful – This game is way too addictive! You may forget the time!

Attention! Humanity Went Extinct! Earth is Doomed!

During such time, you became Starnaut, an astronaut who goes to solo space expedition. Before the doomsday, people launched the Omega Rockets with their precious memories and history but they ended up landing in multiverse! Starnaut runs today to find out if all of the rockets were launched back, so the Earth will be resurrected… or not!?

Mission #1: Land on the Area Within Multiverse

Some part of multiverse became the level by the power of Starnaut! Five different levels are confirmed, but it seems like there can be more!? Clear all the levels!

Mission #2: Eliminate those Endless Incoming Enemies

Beat up those enemies endlessly infiltrating from multiverse! Enemies can be anything! Can be something cool or cute, but don’t get tricked by its look! Not confident with the 3D combat?? Do not worry! Your weapons will automatically attack them!

Mission #3: Use Your Coins and Upgrade

Beating enemies will drop the coins! The coins you get can be used to purchase weapons or upgrade your spacesuit from SHOPNAUT!!

Mission #4: Escape With the Omega Rockets

The condition to win is to launch 10 Omega Rockets! Not to mention, those Omega Rockets have oxygen tanks! Replenish your oxygen to keep going!

Mission #5: Collect the Data from Earth

There are foes running around the level with the “Lost Data” from past Earth. Punch them to bring back the data!

Mission #Whatever: Just Beam ‘Em as Many as You Can!

Those enemies are not only hungry for you but YOUR KNUCKLE SANDWICH!!! There are things like a gacha capsule, jump pad or even a hot spring! Also, you can buy a new helmet and upgrade your spacesuit to enhance your basic abilities before you start the level. Everything for you! Just use them well!! Starnaut, fight solo! Annihilate ’em!

Hint for the Beginners!

Let’s start with beating a few enemies then reach to the shop! Upgrade your weapons and spacesuit to prepare for the incoming enemies! Antennas are a great choice until you get used to the game! Once you pick the weapon, it will never run out of bullets and will never be destroyed! You can unlock additional elements in the game with the prize you can get by clearing the levels! Also, don’t forget to check out the support dialog from WONDERFUL who is on top of the head of Starnaut!

Watch a new trailer below.

Release Date Trailer

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

Artemis III core stage receives thermal protection coating

NASA completed another step to ready its SLS (Space Launch System) rocket for the Artemis III mission as crews at the agency's Michoud Assembly Facility in New Orleans recently applied a thermal protection system to the core stage's liquid hydrogen tank.

Building on the crewed Artemis II flight test, Artemis III will add new capabilities with the human landing system and advanced spacesuits to send the first astronauts to explore the lunar South Pole region and prepare humanity to go to Mars. Thermal protection systems are a cornerstone of successful spaceflight endeavors, safeguarding human life, and enabling the launch and controlled return of spacecraft.

The tank is the largest piece of SLS flight hardware insulated at Michoud. The hardware requires thermal protection due to the extreme temperatures during launch and ascent to space—and to keep the liquid hydrogen at minus 423 degrees Fahrenheit on the pad prior to launch.

"The thermal protection system protects the SLS rocket from the heat of launch while also keeping the thousands of gallons of liquid propellant within the core stage's tanks cold enough. Without the protection, the propellant would boil off too rapidly to replenish before launch," said Jay Bourgeois, thermal protection system, test, and integration lead at NASA Michoud. "Thermal protection systems are crucial in protecting all the structural components of SLS during launch and flight."

In February, Michoud crews with NASA and Boeing, the SLS core stage prime contractor, completed the thermal protection system on the external structure of the rocket's liquid hydrogen propellant fuel tank, using a robotic tool in what is now the largest single application in spaceflight history.

IMAGE: Teams at NASA’s Michoud Assembly Facility in New Orleans move a liquid hydrogen tank for the agency’s SLS (Space Launch System) rocket into the factory’s final assembly area on April 22, 2025. The propellant tank is one of five major elements that make up the 212-foot-tall rocket stage. Credit: NASA/Steven Seipel

The robotically controlled operation coated the tank with spray-on foam insulation, distributing 107 feet of the foam to the tank in 102 minutes. When the foam is applied to the core stage, it gives the rocket a canary yellow color. The Sun's ultraviolet rays naturally "tan" the thermal protection, giving the SLS core stage its signature orange color, like the space shuttle external tank.

While it might sound like a task similar to applying paint to a house or spraying insulation in an attic, it is a much more complex process. The flexible polyurethane foam had to withstand harsh conditions for application and testing. Additionally, there was a new challenge: spraying the stage horizontally, something never done previously during large foam applications on space shuttle external tanks at Michoud. All large components of space shuttle tanks were in a vertical position when sprayed with automated processes.

Overall, the rocket's core stage is 212 feet with a diameter of 27.6 feet, the same diameter as the space shuttle's external tank. The liquid hydrogen and liquid oxygen tanks feed four RS-25 engines for approximately 500 seconds before SLS reaches low Earth orbit and the core stage separates from the upper stage and NASA's Orion spacecraft.

"Even though it only takes 102 minutes to apply the spray, a lot of careful preparation and planning is put into this process before the actual application of the foam," said Boeing's Brian Jeansonne, the integrated product team senior leader for the thermal protection system at NASA Michoud.

"There are better process controls in place than we've ever had before, and there are specialized production technicians who must have certifications to operate the system. It's quite an accomplishment and a lot of pride in knowing that we've completed this step of the build process."

The core stage of SLS is the largest NASA has ever built by length and volume, and it was manufactured at Michoud using state-of-the-art manufacturing equipment. Michoud is a unique, advanced manufacturing facility where the agency has built spacecraft components for decades, including the space shuttle's external tanks and Saturn V rockets for the Apollo program.