#Basic flight instruments

[nocternalrandomness]

"The Six Pack" - Basic flight instruments

[utisticgator]

"What do pilots even do in cruise?"

I can't speak for everyone, but generally it goes something like this:

1) navigation checks

2) anticipation, briefings, and generally taking advantage of the reduced workload to stay ahead of the aircraft.

3) unplanned cavetown concert

[yokowan]

re: the spacecraft failures post

there is a way to make spacecraft way cheaper/faster and we've been doing it since the 60s/70s!!!!!! it's called using a common satellite bus!

the reason you don't frequently hear about big name communications satellites or whatever failing is because they're all manufactured on a mass produced (when you're talking spacecraft, economies of scale start to kick in on runs of 20-50 units) satellite busses.

the bus contains all the "basic" stuff you need for a spacecraft. communications, propulsion, power, and a chassis to mount hardware on. if you need to make a satellite, all you need to do is make the hardware specific to your particular mission and plug it into the bus. not only does this cut down on engineering costs, it also means you know those basic components are going to work, since they've been extensively ground and flight tested.

it's a pretty basic idea. if you need a parade float, you don't make a combustion engine from scratch. you build the float and bolt it to the back of a truck. if you need a weather satellite, you don't build your power and propulsion systems from scratch. you build your instruments and bolt them to a Maxar SSL 1300.

you still need to do integration testing, of course. you need to make sure that there's no weird interaction between your own hardware and the satellite bus. but you have a lot better of an idea of what the "expected behavior" is, so you need to do a whole lot less testing to see if anything's fishy.

the one exception to this whole strategy is missions that are Weird. lunar landers, interplanetary probes, spacecraft designed for rendezvous, etc. these things have atypical requirements for the "basic" stuff. usually a lot more propellant, a lot more power generation, much bigger antennas. this is why big flagship science missions are so expensive. you can't just bolt shit to the pickup truck anymore, you need to build it from the ground up.

and when you're doing that, you need to do a lot more testing! if you built a propellant feed system from scratch, you need to know that it'll work 8 months from now when you're on the opposite side of the sun. you can't rely on previous experience and flight testing. you need to be the one doing that testing.

if these guys really wanted to be "revolutionizing the industry" they'd instead be making satellite busses for those weirder missions. and guess what! some companies are doing that! now that the demand is there, there's companies making satellite busses that are more optimized for interplanetary travel! you just don't hear about it as much because its way less glamorous. it's just a common sense idea. it just works.

oh fuck i wrote a lot whoops teehee

[mellosdrawings]

Ok, originally I didn't want to do Twst OCs that weren't based on actual Disney characters, but I broke my one rule because @marigoldendragon triple dog dared me to do an octopus OC. Which I failed, because I did a jellyfish one instead :'D

(Just... pretend he's one of those random jellyfish from that one scene in Finding Nemo)

So yeah, here's my new Ignihyde OC I guess.

Noah Jackson

18 years old, 3rd year

Ignihyde

From the Coral Sea, jellyfish merman

He/Him though he doesn't mind any other pronouns

Signature Spell: Go With the Flow

-Basically an anti gravity spell that allows him or whoever he touches to move through the air the same way he does under water

-The tiniest gust of wind can make him float away

-If he uses it right before he gets knocked out by a spell he just flies away like a balloon with only minimal damages

-While he can stir himself through the air, the people that get affected by his spell generally can't. Only some merfolk manage to adjust and swim through the air

-It also works on objects. His own room is constantly under the spell while he's inside so he can emulate his own home

No heart, no brain, only vibes.

Noah is not the brightest and he knows it. His motto is to just "go with the flow". Whatever is funniest gets his attention, but he never goes out of his way to actually catch it. He just ~vibes~. Whatever happens happens. Good stuff? Great, let's have some fun! Bad stuff? Oh well, let's just wait for it to pass.

Nothing has weight for him. While it means he doesn't get hurt much in life because he just doesn't care, it can be a huge drag for the people around him.

Random facts:

-Noah is based on the Sea Nettle jellyfish. While his sting isn't necessarily deadly, he certainly can hurt others.

-He is only 1.56 meters tall.

-He is genuinely blind but he manages to get around by sensing light and magic. He still regularly sticks to someone and "goes with the flow" of the crowd.

-While very confused about getting sorted into Ignihyde, he immediately got into it because of the lights. He's surprisingly efficient at technomancy and uses speech-to-text to write his homeworks.

-He's pretty sensitive to waves so his dormmates often come to him when they are in search of the best spot to receive Wi-Fi.

-Noah always moves his arms around. His head too, to make his hair flow, which is a problem since his hair have the same toxic properties as his tentacles.

-His stamina is terrible and he has no strength whatsoever.

-He bargained with Sam to get a skirt because pants are too restrictive for him. He doesn't like his Dorm Uniform at all.

-He loses stuff. A LOT!

-His best subject is Flight.

-He's part of the Pop Music club but he has completely forgotten about it. He plays wind instruments, mostly ocarina or pan flute, but he also loves instruments that are bigger than he is.

(Jellyfish pic source)

(@marigoldendragon The drawings with Lachlan will be posted tomorrow, promise!)

[coff33andb00ks]

Until You - Part Four

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four charles leclerc x female pop singer!reader x oscar piastri x lando norris f1 smau with intermittent scenes Summary: they drive vroom vrooms, she sings soulful tunes. there's no way in hell this is gonna work, right? Warnings: language, author lied when she said lando was just there (i promise she's not getting anymore men omg), implied smut playlist a.n: the next part will have a q&a with y/n on insta/tiktok so if anyone has questions they'd like for her to answer please send them to my inbox (as basic or unhinged as you like)

liked by landonorris, oscarpiastri, charles_leclerc and others ynyln: SURPRISE!!! I present to you my new babies: Enchanted and Lover. Enjoy, my little lattes 💋❤️

↳user3: MY THOUGHTS WILL ECHO YOUR NAME            ↳ user4: omg these are what her and the driver guy were saying            ↳user5: DID SHE WRITE IT FOR OSCAR?!?!?! ↳oscarpiastri: Beautiful, love. 🧡            ↳ynyln: no you 🧡            ↳user4: omg ↳charles_leclerc: all's well that ends well to end up with you ❤️            ↳ynyln: I'll save you a seat, lover ❤️ ↳sabrinacarpenter: on repeat!!            ↳ynyln:❤️ ↳landonorris: love            ↳ynyln: thank you sweetie 🫶🏻 ↳user7: I'm here from f1, why does she call people little lattes?            ↳user8: welcome!! it's a term of endearment for her fans. y/n said in an interview that we give her comfort and a burst of energy, like a latte midafternoon, and it just stuck.

Lando nodded along with the beat. "It just needs a little something extra… You want to keep it acoustic?"

She nodded, sipping her tea. She looked astounded that he was there. He knew he was. When she'd texted him he hadn't expected he'd be on a flight to London within two hours. But here he was, sitting with her in her "little" basement studio, listening to her song for the fifth time, mouthing the lyrics she'd probably written with Charles or Oscar in mind. Charles and Oscar, who were upstairs sleeping soundly.

How I obsessively adore you That's what I do I believe, I believe, I could die in your kiss No, it doesn't get, doesn't get better than this

Oh to be obsessively adored by her.

"I'll do some piano, hang on." She leaned across him, invading his space with her gentle floral aroma and her soft hair and…

He sighed, staring at her in awe as she worked her magic at the keyboard. It was crazy that he was even here, in her private sanctum, witnessing what would undoubtedly be a hit as it was created.

"The piano's too prominent," he said, wanting to feel useful. "The guitar should be the main instrument."

Y/n nodded, and he reached to adjust levels, standing up and hitting play. She looked tense and tired and stressed and he instinctively moved to stand behind her, hesitating.

"Ok to touch you?" he asked.

She tilted her head to look at him. "Yeah of course."

He rested his hands on her shoulders, rubbing gently as the song played. "It's a good song, y/n."

"You think so?" she asked in a small voice.

"It's a love song. Hopeful and adoring. It's beautiful. Charles is a lucky guy."

She hummed, relaxing under his gentle touch. "What's he got to do with it?"

Oh. "I uh… Osc then."

She turned her head to look up at him. "It's not for him."

Oh. Oh. "Someone else?" Christ how many boyfriends did she have--

"You don't remember? You float across the room. It's what you said to me at the club after the race in--"

"Monaco," he whispered.

"It stuck with me. So did the kiss," she murmured.

He swallowed, continuing to rub her shoulders. "You didn't... When I sent you those videos I didn't know about Osc and Charles."

Y/n turned and his hands dropped. "What do they have to do with it?"

A nervous laugh rose in his throat. "You're dating them? Both of them, which is insane to me but like I get it. You're like a mouse on crack, you probably need two boyfriends to keep you from taking off—"

She laughed. "A mouse on crack? Really?"

Sighing as she stood up, he looked down at her. "I just… Don't want to mess up what the three of you have going on."

"They don't own me, Lando. I'm a grown woman, I can do what I want with my body whenever I want. With whoever I want."

Lando blinked, his mind short-circuiting over the mental image that put into his head. Swallowing hard, he drew in a breath as she stretched. And held it, staring at her while she fiddled with controls and restarted the song. Let it out slow when he saw the tension returning to her shoulders.

He was reaching for her before he even registered the movement.

"C'mere," he murmured, pulling her to him. Reaching behind her, he switched off the song. "You're gonna drive yourself crazy, love."

"It's right there, Lando, I just need to push a little harder," she groaned, holding her head in her hands and letting him draw her closer.

"Hey, hey, shh…" It felt natural to kiss the top of her head, to wrap his arms around her and try to calm her. "I'm not gonna let you go insane over a song. It's fine, I know you'll come up with something amazing. Just give it time."

"It's not just a song," she whined. "I'm absolutely shit at talking about my feelings for someone, you know? Especially when it…"

"Might go up in flames?" he whispered.

Her hands were on his chest, her head tilting up. "Did you have any idea what you were doing when you stole my number and texted me?"

"Honestly thought I was shooting my shot and hoping I'd get lucky," he muttered, grinning when she laughed.

"It worked."

"Huh?" Lando grunted in surprise.

"Got me thirsty. The past couple weeks have been crazy, trying to fight it, but god, Lando." She sighed as though to ease the tension but it was still there, her body still taut with stress and worry. "I honestly thought you came tonight to fuck me."

His mind bounced like a padel ball in an intense match. He wanted to comfort her, to get her to relax, to ease her worries about the song. But oh how he wanted to kiss her again. He could just remember their half-drunken kiss in Monaco, the electricity thrumming through him, his heartbeat matching the thumping bass of the music. Thought you came tonight to fuck me.

He blinked, his mind going back to a quiet moment before the race in Montreal, when Oscar had been telling him about the unconventional relationship he'd found himself in.

"We're just taking it day by day. But she has a lot of love to give, mate. Sounds crazy, but… I don't think one person could handle it all."

Was there even room for him? Was he honestly considering entangling himself in what would, probably, end up being a PR nightmare for the four of them?

Why was he even thinking of love when he'd originally just wanted to be able to say he'd fucked the richest woman in the world?

"I…"

He leaned down, one hand rising to cup the side of her head. It was supposed to be gentle, sweet, the type of kiss that deserved the song she was working on, but it was harsh, deep and demanding, and he was swallowing her moans. Her nails lightly scraped his neck then they were sliding over his scalp and he whimpered.

"I didn't," he gasped between kisses, growing needier with each taste of her, each moan that fell past her lips. She tasted of tea and chocolate. "I didn't come here to fuck you."

"I know," she moaned. She leaned into him and he felt the need, the flames licking at both of them.

"That's new," Oscar commented, chin resting on her shoulder while she poured herself a coffee. His fingers brushed the side of her neck.

Y/n felt her cheeks warm at the delicate touch, sparking the very recent memory of Lando's mouth on her. "Yeah…"

"Did you get any sleep?" he asked, kissing the mark, his arms snaking around her waist.

"Maybe an hour," she mumbled. After breaking the chair in her studio with Lando, she'd had a burst of inspiration, and the sun had been coming up when they'd listened to the finalized track.

"Love," he sighed, taking the coffee from her before she could take a sip.

"Babe," she whined, her mind snapping to the present, though part lingered on the memory of the twisted sheets of the guest room, of Lando's panting moans in her ear.

"I'll fix you something to eat, then you're going back to bed." He kissed the top of her head and moved away, drinking her coffee.

"I've got to—"

"You don't have anything scheduled for the day. Or tomorrow. So it's rest. No recording, no caffeine, rest." Oscar looked at her over his shoulder. "Stop pouting."

"I just wanted to spend the day with my boyfriends," she sighed, climbing onto the stool at the island counter. Wrinkling her nose when he poured a glass of orange juice and set it in front of her, she reluctantly took a sip.

"We can spend the day here. Peace and quiet, love."

She felt herself melt at his gentle words. Peace and quiet and them. For the whole day. She'd only had snatches of time with them since leaving Monaco. She'd had a concert the day of the Canadian grand prix, and now it felt like some sort of cosmic kismet that her mini break coincided with theirs. They couldn't be together for the whole time, but she would cherish the days she could have.

"Bonjour, mon couer, bonjour koala," Charles greeted as he entered the kitchen, rubbing his eyes.

Y/n saw Oscar's cheeks tinge pink at the affectionate nickname Charles had started using for him. She sipped her orange juice, looking on as Charles brushed by Oscar, his hand resting briefly on the small of his back, and heard the whispered word. Rousseur. Freckle.

God, she loved them. Oscar's freckles, Charles's nicknames, and them.

"Good morning," she murmured after he kissed her.

"You didn't tell me we would have a guest, mon couer," he murmured, moving to fix himself coffee.

Oscar turned from the cooktop. "Guest?"

"Oh. Yeah." Y/n rubbed her neck. "Lando flew in last night. Late."

"He's snoring in the guest room." Charles was chuckling. "Leo went to bother him."

"I texted him. About the song. I needed input, and you were both asleep and—"

"Lando came to help you?" Oscar's smile was soft.

"He did."

Oscar tipped his head, regarding her much like a cat watching a bird through the window. "Ah."

"Ah, what?" Charles asked, rubbing his eyes while he sipped his coffee. Lowering his hand, he looked at y/n, snorting into his cup. "Ah."

She groaned, slumping down onto the counter. "Is it that obvious?"

"Love, you're glowing." Oscar grinned and turned back to the eggs.

"I've been glowing since Monaco," she muttered against the countertop. Slowly, she lifted herself, eyes darting from Charles to Oscar and back again. "You're okay with it?"

"I already told you, mon couer. I don't mind sharing you." Charles's smile was affectionate. "As long as you're safe and he treats you well."

"He's one of my best mates, y/n. Not to mention he's been obsessed with you for ages," Oscar quipped, sliding a plate of eggs and toast in front of her.

"He's not obsessed," she snorted.

"Did he fly commercial or private?" Oscar asked, leaning against the counter.

Y/n sighed, taking a bite of the eggs. "Private," she mumbled.

"Day by day, love," Oscar said gently, leaning to kiss her forehead.

Liked by charles_leclerc, oscarpiastri, landonorris, and others ynyln: rough night in the studio until this one came to lend a hand. magic: made. forever grateful, sweet Lando. Let's just enjoy the view tagged: landonorris ↳landonorris: thank you for giving me a chance. soz about the chair            ↳ynyln: chairs can be replaced. and you'll always have a chance while I'm around            ↳user4: aww wait what did he do to the chair??? ↳user3: lando was streaming with quadrant until 1am monaco time            ↳ user4: god did he fly out to help her? my heart            ↳user5: wait that's really sweet 🥺 ↳oscarpiastri: will you rest now?            ↳ynyln: yes darling            ↳user6: aww ↳charles_leclerc: I adore the new song, mon couer            ↳ynyln: it sounds better when you sing it ↳user7: omg did she collect another one            ↳user8: omg stooopppp 😂😂😂

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[reality-detective]

STAY OFF THE PLANES... THERE HAS BEEN AN EPIDEMIC OF PLANES CRASHING LATELY. L👀K it up👇

The 3d Plane Of Existence Is Collapsing: Stay Off The Airlines

In the physical sense electromagnetic fields (EMFs) can interfere with airplane systems by disrupting navigation, communication, and critical flight instruments. A sudden, intense shift in EMFs like during geomagnetic stormscan confuse pilots, scramble autopilot systems, or affect onboard electronics, potentially leading to crashes.

This is why we keep seeing these planes have difficulties. Everything is connected people.

In a more metaphorical sense, planes crashing in media (like Lost) can symbolize the collapse of reality or a shift between dimensions. From a Q-drop or esoteric perspective, planes might represent layers of existence or consciousness. When the illusion of the material world breaks down, the “planes” of perception collapse into each other, reflecting a deeper unraveling of the controlled narrative or matrix.

The metaphor suggests that as more people "see through the illusion," the structures that held the old reality (the planes) fall apart mirroring both literal and symbolic crashes. The 7/10 that was mentioned in the Q-Drop? Listen, symbolism has no culprits. Symbolism has no suspects. Symbolism has no person of intrest. It will still mean what is supposed to mean. Symbolism transcends blame.

Whether or not someone is behind the plane crashes is secondary to what the symbolism of those crashes reveals. Why? Because the subconscious minds runs everything but it never reveals the purpose behind the reason. Because it can't unless you are deep into the practice that requires years of education. Which basically is the more esoteric realm.

In Korea at least 175 were killed - Landing gear issues and at least 3 others in the last 2 - 3 days. Coincidence? 🤔

[dreamingunderacloudysky]

hiiiihiihi :-) could you write some Jimmy x reader relationship hcs? ^_^ if you do, thanks!

NON-TULPAR JIMMY AU HCs

A/N: I will only write for Jimmy in a non Tulpar au, given exploring his character outside of that whole mess will give me a fun challenge in terms of characterization. So thank you for the intriguing request.

Warnings: Smoking and that Jimmy is in this.

Failed guitarist (can still play decently but is a way better drummer), successful drummer and decent singer.

I feel like he would be part of Midwestern emo band or punk.

Smells of cigarettes and incense

How you'd meet would be at a concert where his small band would open for a bigger band.

He's not a drinker but you meet him at a smoke break.

Slow to open up, but if you start asking questions about his drumming technique, he opens up fairly fast.

Down the line, you two start to become friends. He's a bit rough, a smoking drummer that drives a 2004 GMC Envoy, but his charm lies in his passions for world music and the outdoors.

Can also play the Arabic Oud and the Armenian Daduk. And he'll play them for you under stars if you give him the opportunity.

Very big conspiracy theorist and will share all if his theories with you. Has a tin foil hat in the back of his Envoy.

Used to roughing it a good chunk of his life and really doesn't have a real place to call home aside from his car and his studio apartment.

OK now on to the relationships HC

He confesses through a song, though you had to catch him after it given he had a fight or flight moment after.

Has a lot of issues but is a pure passion project underneath the layers of grundge, insecurities, and defense mechanisms.

Talk about his passions and he'll go off about music theory and history and he'll go off. It's the reason he owns a couple thrifted exotic instruments in his apartment.

It takes a long time for him to get used to physical affection, but it gets better, and on cold nights, he'll have you tucked into his side with some weirdly comfortable psychedelic blanket.

He loves you more when you start giving him better soaps rather than the 4 in one men's bodywash he's been using because good god are you tired if smelling Irish spring.

He cooks basic comfort food though not a lot of meat given that meat is pricey and his income isn't the best but he can work magic with veggies and beans

He will cook for you. But he's very stubborn and if you call him out on his good deeds he'll just shut up and not talk for a while.

Slowly introduces you to his band as time goes on.

Hope you don't like smoky kisses because he will not give up cigarette unless you two really reach to a healthy living point in both yours and his life together.

Though gift him a nice pipe and tobacco and it doesn't smell as bad, he'll actually be in a better mood with a good pipe.

Will share it with you.

Likes having you against his side and stargazing.

Talks about mythologies of different ancient civilizations.

A/N: sorry this didn't go much into relationship stuff i ended up using this ti characterize Jimmy outside the tulpar. Also I know people want toxic jimmy but I can't write that. No toxicity hcs on this blog.

[jilljoycearts]

Enderal: Forgotten Stories — Ultimate Prophet/ess Ask

Fill it out yourself or reblog as is to use as an ask game. Use #enderal prophet ask as a tag 🏹

⚠️ Warning: Contains spoilers for both Nehrim and Enderal!

Basics:

1. Let’s start simple — what’s your Prophet/ess’s name, age, race, etc.? 2. Show us what they look like, or describe their appearance in detail.

Personality:

3. What’s their personality like? (Feel free to describe them in MBTI, D&D alignment, zodiac signs, Hogwarts house, or just your own words.) 4. What do they usually wear — for fighting, traveling, being in the city, relaxing at home? 5. What’s in their travel bag? 6. Any pets or mounts? 7. Do they have any treasured possessions? 8. Do they drink/smoke/do drugs?  9. Do they have any markings — scars, tattoos, birthmarks? 10. How would you describe their combat style? 11. Have they ever killed before? How do they handle combat emotionally? 12. How did they react to discovering their magical powers? Do they actually use them or hesitate to do so? 13. What’s their education level? How intelligent are they? 14. What are they proud of in themselves? What are they embarrassed about? 15. What, if any, aspects of their mother's culture influenced them growing up?  16. How honest are they? Under what circumstances would they lie? 17. What’s their worst memory? How about their best? 18. Fight, or flight? 19. What motivates them? What do they seek? 20. How do they feel about death? Do they fear it? 21. What (else) are they afraid of? 22. How do they act around people they like? People they dislike? And how do they behave when they’re alone? 23. What do they do to lower their considerable stress? Describe their perfect day off. 24. List three of their favorite things and three things they hate. 25. What makes them angry? And how do they act when they’re mad? 26. What do they regret? 27. In moments of despair, who or what do they turn to for guidance? 28. Let’s talk about their nightmares. Have they always had them? How do they feel about the way those dreams change throughout the story?  29. How would they describe themselves, in their own words? 30. Is your Prophet/ess inspired by any other characters? 31. Share a song (or a few) that remind you of them. 32. On the topic of music — can they sing? What does their voice sound like? Can they play any instruments?

The before:

33. What was their life like before coming to Enderal? 34. How do they feel about the coup in Ostian they likely witnessed two years ago — the one that led to the fall of the Creator’s Temple?  35. What was their relationship with Sirius like? How did the two of them meet? 36. What about other people they knew back on Nehrim — any important relationships or connections? 37. Who do they blame for what happened to their family? 38. Apart from stowing away, have they ever broken the law on Nehrim?  39. What led them to the decision to leave Nehrim? 40. What subtle cultural differences did they notice when they arrived on Enderal? What did they struggle with the most — unfamiliar food, strange traditions, or something else?

Main quest: 

41. How did their journey begin? What were their feelings about being thrown into a major investigation right from the start? 42. What was it like meeting the Nehrimese mages and learning to control the magic? 43. How did they react to meeting Tealor Arantheal and learning about the Cycle? 44. The visions of the Echo of the Past and the true nature of the Prophet — how did they respond to those revelations? 45. What were their thoughts on joining the Order? Did they feel honored, wary, trapped?  46. How long did they spend in Aixon’s realm, and what was that experience like for them? 47. How did their first encounter with the High Ones go? What was their reaction to facing such beings? 48. How hopeful were they after discovering the old Pyrean Beacon prototype in Old Dothulgrad? 49. What are their thoughts on the Aged Man? 50. How did they process the news of an impending war with Nehrim — Taranor Coarek’s warships nearing Enderal’s shores? 51. Coming across their own dead body in the Living Temple must’ve been horrifying — how exactly did they react? 52. What did they think of Coarek and his companions? How did they feel about the failed negotiations with Arantheal, and the mission's ultimate failure? 53. Finding Lishari murdered was a major shock most likely — what was going through their head at that moment?  54. How did they go about retrieving the three Black Stones? In what order, and why? What emotions came with each journey? 55. With Ark under siege and the Nehrimese in the harbor, everything falling apart — how do they take it all in? 56. What’s their impression of Kurmai and his starship, Gertrude? How did they feel about flying to Star City in search of answers? 57. Do they believe the Beacon can be lit safely using the consciousness of a High One? After all the betrayals, do they still trust Tealor? What’s keeping them going at this point? 58. What was their experience like in the City of a Thousand Floods? 59. When Yuslan makes his move and Tealor abandons them to trigger mass extinction — what goes through their mind? 60. How do they react to the Black Guardian’s revelations? 61. What’s their final choice — self-sacrifice to save the world, escaping with someone they’re close to to become the last people on Vyn, or… did they take the time to brew a certain special potion? What drove their decision?

Characters:

62. What was their first impression of Jespar? 63. How did your Prophet/ess feel about traveling with Jespar to Ark and arriving at the Sun Temple? 64. Does your Prophet/ess share Jespar’s views on life? 65. What about his views on relationships — are those something they agree with or challenge? 66. How does your Prophet/ess feel about Jespar’s family history? And what are their thoughts on Adila in particular? 67. Would your Prophet/ess consider escaping with Jespar before the Nehrimese invasion of Enderal? What about after everything is over? 68. What does the Prophet/ess like about Jespar? What do they dislike?  69. What was their first impression of Calia? 70. How did learning about Calia’s childhood and the disturbing story from her past affect your Prophet/ess? 71. What was it like meeting her “second soul” in Old Dothulgrad? How did they handle it? 72. How exactly did your Prophet/ess manage to grow closer with Calia? What are their common views and opinions? 73. Was discovering the full truth about Calia’s past a shock? How did your Prophet/ess choose to support her? 74. Does your Prophet/ess believe that embracing Calia’s demonic half is the right path forward? Or do they see it as a weapon to use — or something that needs to be purged permanently? 75. What does the Prophet/ess like about Calia? What do they dislike?  76. If your Prophet/ess ends up in a romantic relationship, what is it like? How do they express love, and what’s their dynamic as a couple?

Factions:

Rhalata: 77. Has your Prophet/ess fought in the Dust Pit of the Undercity? What made them do that? 78. What are their thoughts on Tharael’s ideas? And what do they think of him as a person? 79. Do they believe Nailaq deserves to live? 80. When it comes to Sister Pride — did your Prophet/ess choose to kill or spare her? Why? 81. Tharael or the Father — who did they side with, and what was the reason behind their choice? 82. What do they think about the Father's goals? And what about the methods he uses to pursue them? 83. If they chose Tharael, how did the ending of the questline go?  84. If things went well — how is their life now with the new housemate?

Golden Sickle:  85. How did joining the Golden Sickle go for your Prophet/ess? 86. Mael Dal’Loran — what do they think of him? What was the first impression? How did their opinion evolve over time? 87. And what about Dijaam? Any particular traits that your Prophet/ess liked or disliked in her? 88. During the argument between Mael and Dijaam about the ambushed caravan, who did your Prophet/ess support, and why? 89. What were their thoughts on what happened at the trading post? 90. Did your Prophet/ess flirt with Dijaam? Tell us about their connection, even if it was brief. 91. Who did they ultimately side with? What was the result of the theater’s play?  92. Are there any parts of the Pennypouches’ ideology that your Prophet/ess agrees with? Could he be the one they ultimately support?

World, game and lore:

93. How is their story paced? How long does it take your Prophet/ess to complete the main quest?  94. Do they change over the course of the story? In what ways? 95. How do they view the concept of fate versus free will in their journey? Do they believe they’re destined for something, or do they shape their own path? 96. What do they think of Enderal in general? 97. What is their opinion of the gods (or lack thereof)? And what about Tealor Arantheal in particular? 98. How do they feel about the Nehrimese mages cooperating with the Order? Could your Prophet/ess work alongside former enemies for a common cause? 99. If given the chance, would your Prophet/ess ever side with Coarek? Tell us more about their political views. 100. What if they were the victim of one of the Black Stones? How would it affect them — and how would they use that power? 101. If they had one question to ask the Living Temple, what would it be? 102. Is there good in the Black Libra’s activity? Can the Night of the Blind Daughters be justified by everything else they presumably did to punish sinners protected by their status? 103. How did it feel to witness Lishari’s final hours from within her mind? Do they find the Word of the Dead useful as a tool? Or do they feel like some lines should not be crossed? 104. What would they do if they could actually brew the Pyrean potion that treats the Red Madness, knowing about the apothecary’s story and visions? 105. Speaking of, do they carry a shard of the Sigil Stone to protect themselves from the Red Madness? Why or why not? 106. What do they think of Magister Yero — his ideas, his life story, and the conclusions he came to? 107. Were they familiar with the concept of other eventualities? If they had full access to the Plainswalker, how would they use it? 108. What’s their take on what happened to the Ancient Fathers? Why do they think Star City is empty? 109. Any particular place they want to visit on Vyn? And on Enderal? Why? 110. How do they spend their time when staying in Ark? 111. Do they enjoy the Ark theatre? Do they have a favorite play — or do they prefer bard songs? Or maybe they’re more drawn to the art gallery or museum? Tell us about their cultural and artistic tastes. 112. Where do they stay while in Ark? How do they feel about owning a home? How did they manage to earn enough money for it — if they did? 113. Do they enjoy city life, or do they prefer the countryside? Is there a specific region of Enderal they particularly like — or avoid? 114. What are their feelings and opinions about the Undercity? 115. If offered to join the Rhalata, would they consider it? If so, what would their new name be? 116. How do they feel about the idea of leaving the human shell behind? Would they prefer Apotheosis or Transcendence?  117. Speaking of, what does their moral compass tell them about Psionics, Sinistra magic arts in general and Phasmalism? Do they find it ethical enough to justify its use? 118. What about other cults? How did the investigation on the island of Kor go?  119. What are their thoughts on the cult of the Veiled Woman? What do they think of her persona and what she does to people?  120. If they became a draw-well missing its heart, what would their riddle be? Help with solving it! 121. Do they take on bounty quests? If so, any particular ones that they remembered? Why? 122. Have they heard of lycanthropes? Or could they be one themselves? How did that happen, or how did they discover it? 123. Was helping Maxus with Aurora an unusual experience for them? Tell us more about it. 124. How do they feel about myrads, leors, or other creatures they aren’t used to? What about monsters or the undead? Are there any that they fear? 125. Was there anyone — other than companions or major characters — that they were particularly close to or disliked?

Choices and reasons: 

126. Riverville major’s wife — would they spare her lover or make him face punishment? 127. Does your Prophet/ess give Tharutie her stolen bottle back or do they drink it instead? 128. Do they spare or arrest Hallys, the farmer-turned-bandit in the quest Deus Ex Machina? Why? 129. For the Whisperwood spores quest, does your Prophet/ess believe Bal Hes’Zel is capable of fixing the situation? 130. Sinistra dark arts and witch hunters: Andrasta or Rys — who do they side with? 131. The Foxhands — who’s right, and who deserves the worst? Do they side with Milbert or Sila? 132. Another investigation forces them to choose with little evidence: Darius or Karymea?

Many of the questions were borrowed from the very first Enderal Ask by @enderalappreciationblog posted way back in 2017. It actually laid the groundwork for this particular questionnaire.

[jaewriteshi]

Invisible String

Summary: They say childhood best friends never fall apart. That the invisible string tying them together is unbreakable. But what happens when love tangles itself in between?

Maeve wanted to chase the stage. Jeonghan wanted to escape his fate. But not all dreams fit into the same future, and not all love stories end with a happy ending.

And as the final note fades, she wonders… Did he ever hear the words hidden in the melody?

Matching: best friend!yoon jeonghan x idol!reader

Genre: ANGSTTTT, fluff if you squint

Note: indented parts are flashbacks, this was written by 2023 me dsauihdjkns (its basically covered with webs)

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The interview started with me singing one of the tracks in my album “Invisible String”. 

Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs

Were there clues I didn’t see?

“Why can’t you just say who you like!” I said before chasing after him He then stuck his tongue out, trying to hide the smile that’s plastered in his face. 

And isn’t it just so pretty to think

All along there was some, Invisible string

NOTIFICATIONS: ❦: Let’s go somewhere far away from here. “You basically kidnapped me,” I said, making our way to our bus seat.  “No it isn’t, you agreed at the idea of leaving home” he replied with a grin while settling ourselves in a comfortable position.  “What is your problem?” “School. You?” “Parents.”

Tying you to me?

I opened my eyes after hearing the instrumental ending, seeing how the staff clapped their hands as well as the host. 

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FLASHBACK TO 12TH GRADE:

“Gosh Jeong, when you mentioned you were thinking about going somewhere far away, I didn't imagine it to be to JEJU ISLAND SPECIFICALLY.” I exaggeratedly yelled, flailing my arms like an insane person. Which I am at the moment. Around 1 and a half hours ago, Jeong texted me if I wanted to go on a trip with him. Here we are, standing right infront of Incheon Airport with just our backpacks with minimal packing. Apparently, it's my fault for agreeing to it when we have our finals next week. 

Jeonghan and I have been best friends since diapers, literally. Our mothers were considered “half-sisters” from their high school days till now because of their close bond, which led some to wonder if they were related. Automatically, from the moment I was born, I’ve always had a companion by my side. Until I got older, I had no idea he would be a pain in the ass. 

I guess you could say that the name “Yoon Jeonghan” is very well known around the campus, if you think it was because of his charming looks and grades, well you’re in for a treat. 

“YOON JEONGHAN GET BACK HERE!” A teacher yelled while chasing a very familiar brown-haired man, attracting many student’s attention as well. I was supposed to be in my 3rd class by now but my curiosity got the best of me. I walked over to the parking lot, seeing people gathering around.  Oh god. Mr. Hudson’s car came into view—covered with glue and confetti, topped with pink glitter—making me snort, what a classic. I saw Jeonghan run past me, winking at me. One of my friends approached me asking, “It makes me think about how in the hell you and Jeonghan are still friends?” “I have no idea.”

I have no idea indeed. “Well where did you expect us to go? Didn’t you look out the window to see where we were going?” 

“I FELL ASLEEP” 

“Oh, not my problem. Now come on, we might miss our flight.” He said rushing inside, while I had a hard time catching up with his steps.

Being friends with him is very unexpected, like the way he pulled out my passport out of his bag once we reached the check in desk. Or maybe the way he managed to sneak out of their house without Auntie suspecting anything. Or maybe the way he got us a hotel to stay in once we landed. Or maybe the way he had extra cash with him, which means he had been planning this for some time now. 

“How did you even manage to do all this? I mean, even my passport? Are you kidding me?” I plopped on my bed, I’m highly impressed he managed to get a hotel room with the view of the beach.  “I have ways” he faced me with a grin on his face, Oh how much I wanted to smack that away so many times, “Let’s go out? I remember passing by a few shops earlier.”

In a span of just 2 hours, we managed to do some shopping (mostly me, making jeong my butler by holding my shopping bags) and food trips every now and then. Here we are sitting on a table just right by the beach, eating our ice creams. He broke the comfortable silence, making my heart skip a beat for the first time, as he said “I’m really glad I’m here with you.” I smiled at him but as I was about to share a heartwarming moment, I realized… 

“OUR PARENTS ARE GONNA KILL US” I said, making me stand up from shock. I started pacing back and forth thinking about the possibilities my mom would do once she found out. I didn’t notice how distressed Jeonghan looked as well, trying to interrupt me from my rambling. He then got annoyed and pulled my arms making me clash into his body, staring into his eyes.

“Don’t worry, they know. I just wanted to have some alone time with you”

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FLASHBACK TO COLLEGE, 1ST YEAR:

“YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME EVE! AFTER EVERYTHING YOUR FATHER AND I'VE BEEN THROUGH, YOU DECIDED NOT TO TAKE COLLEGE?” My mother said while furiously walking towards me, I swore I saw smoke coming out of her nose.

“You didn’t let me finish-”

“I didn’t let you finish because that is the finish! What else do you need to tell me!”

“You didn’t ask me why I don’t want to-”

“Then why?!” I rolled my eyes at the way she interrupted me, have you no manners?

“Because I want to pursue my dream of being an Idol-”

“YOU DON’T WANT TO GO THROUGH COLLEGE BECAUSE OF-” “Yes! Because I want to follow my stupid dream!” I cutted her off, I swear I’m so done with putting up with her attitude. Both of my parents looked at me, shocked.

“I want to do something I finally want, something I enjoy doing! You always pressured me into doing some job I don’t want to do! It’s a waste of time for me to be honest, by the fact why did I even have a chance to live when I couldn’t make my own decisions because my mother really had to control my life just because hers wasn’t perfect!” I said while walking towards her, as if I was threatening her. 

My mother wasn’t born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Always struggling on how to live, almost surviving in this society. While my father’s was the complete opposite. An only son of a CEO, making him the next heir of the company. It’s like a Wattpad Story. Them being arranged marriage because of a deal their families made, having to live in a lie that’s written on paper. Having to live in the same house, with no love shared together. Having to fake a happily perfect life. 

Jeonghan’s no different. His parents pressure him way too much in taking law because “it’s a family tradition, dear” that the first born has to carry on. He was more suffocated than I was. My mother and his were like the evil stepsisters in Cinderella, marrying a man for their position. Funny how the story went downhill. 

She slapped me. My own mother slapped me. My father stood there, frozen, not knowing what to do. He was never a talker, maybe that’s what I hated about him. “How dare you say that” My mother gritted her teeth, almost locking her jaw. “I said what I said” while rubbing my now red stained cheeks, glaring at her. “Get out” ok when I said that shit was going down, I never expected this. 

“What?”

“I said. Get. Out” My mother said while staring at me, no pain evident in her eyes.

Silence then began to surround the house. I broke it first with a giddy-

“Fine!” I then rushed to my room, taking my already packed luggage below my bed. Finally, it’s finally happening. 

“Wait. What?” My mother said, making me stop in my tracks as I was already standing at the door.

“What do you mean ‘what?’, you told me to get out so I am” I said the obvious. 

“Yea, but I was expecti-”

“Expecting me to do what? To beg on my knees for me to stay? I scoffed. “You really are pathetic” closing the door, not even bothering to say my farewells. Before I shut the door, I heard my father’s voice finally coming out, shouting at my mother for the first time as he blamed her. What do I do now? The only person I could run to was…Him. 

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Song Playing: Mine

You were in college, working part-time waiting tables

Left a small town, never looked back

I rang the doorbell of an apartment as I awaited an answer. I was freezing. I just really had to take a bus that's heater is broken. 

“Eve?” A familiar voice erupted behind me, making me flinch at the sudden sound. “Oh, you’re here” I said while sniffing my now red nose. I probably looked like Rudolph.

“God, you’re freezing” He said as he hurriedly opened the door, rushing me to sit on the couch and wrapped me up with blankets. 

I chuckled at this sweet behavior. “Do you need anything?” “No, but thank you” I smiled genuinely. He then made hot choco while trying to make a conversation by asking me how I was doing. 

I hadn't seen Jeonghan in a long time, and that was new to me. Even though we stayed in touch via chat, we never honestly discussed why he left home. He suddenly disappeared and messaged me saying he had an apartment in Busan. Yes, I did travel to Busan via bus. That is five hours. lacking a heater. I'm assuming it was for the exact cause as I was.

I was a flight risk, with a fear of fallin’

I saw him glancing at my luggages before making his way to me. “So, tell me” he said while handing out my drink,  I whispered a small ‘thank you’ before tasting the beverage. I’m surprised though at how he managed to make Hot Choco when he doesn’t even know how to cook rice. He raised his eyebrows before taking a sip, signaling me to start on why I was here. 

I placed my mug at the console table beside me. “I need a place to stay,” I said. “Why?” “They kicked me out, because of some passion I wanted to  follow” I rolled my eyes. 

“You’re still going on about being an Idol?” I nodded, in despair. “Then why are you here? Shouldn’t you start auditioning now?” I know. “I just want to save up some cash first” I made an excuse.

I suppose it was both true and an excuse, though. I first needed a few bucks since I knew that if I started off with nothing, the expenses in Seoul would kill me. And maybe also because I wanted to see him. A peaceful silence enveloped us as we just stared at the wall in front of us, snuggling into each other’s warmth.

Wondering why we bother with love, if it never lasts

“I missed you” We said simultaneously. Making me feel the oh-so-well familiar beating of a heart whenever we had moments like this. 

I say, “Can you believe it?”

As we’re lyin’ on the couch

I looked at him, also seeing him staring at me. Making me realize…

The moment, I can see it

I love the person I trust the most, the person I always think of when I'm at my lowest, the person I think about when I hear the words 'sweet' and 'loving', the person I would make exemptions for. My Best friend. 

Yes, yes, I can see it now

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NOTE: Maeve is now 20 years old

He cracked a smile as he faced me. "What?" "You look ridiculous," I do. I'm digging through his stuff while seated on the floor, and I have a ton of items attached to me. Wearing his hair clips he used to use when he had his long hair, his green puffer vest when we used to go camping, checkered scarf, and a white bucket hat. 

After two years, I had finally moved into my own apartment, whereas Jeonghan had only recently moved into his own home. We’re currently unpacking the boxes scattered on the floor. When I said ‘we’, I meant me going over his stuff being completely distracted while he fixed his clothes in the closet. 

Nothing much changed in our relationship, including the feelings that I kept from him. Since we were often together, I had to conceal the loud thumping in my chest whenever he behaved charmingly more than a friend. 

"God Jeonghan, you're being too dramatic!" I shouted angrily at him. He calmly led me into his apartment to my assigned room, "No, I'm not," he responded. "He's a coworker of mine," I mumbled. I worked part-time in a restaurant close to Jeonghan's workplace for a while. My coworkers and I had planned to stay up all night drinking tonight, but someone had to spoil our plans. As if we didn't have shifts the next day, we were already at the local bar dunking the familiar taste and burning feeling of alcohol. I mistakenly sent a message to Jeong when I intended to ask one of my friends to pick me up.  “You still don’t even know them yet” I could feel how he’s holding back from screaming at me.  His voice was firm, but there was an underlying emotion I couldn't quite place. Frustration? Fear? Maybe something more. "Jeong, I'm not a kid. I can take care of myself." I rolled my eyes, stumbling slightly as I tried to get up from the bed where he had sat me down. He caught my wrist gently, stopping me. "I never said you were. But I know you, Maeve. You let people in too easily. You trust too fast. And that guy—he looked at you like you were something to win." I scoffed. "And what if I want to be won? What if I want someone to chase after me for once, instead of always being the one left behind?" His grip tightened for a second before he let go. His jaw clenched, his face unreadable. "You're not something to be won, Maeve. You're someone to be cherished." My breath hitched. For a moment, I let myself believe that his words meant something more. That he meant them. But then he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, turning away. "Just... be careful, okay?" And just like that, the moment was gone.

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Years passed. Life moved forward in its messy, unpredictable way.

I got my first break in the music industry. A small entertainment company took a chance on me, and before I knew it, I was training, recording, performing. The dream I had fought for—the one I had left home for—was finally in my grasp.

And Jeonghan was still by my side.

Through late-night calls, surprise visits, and quiet moments between our separate busy lives, he remained a constant. My anchor in the chaos. My best friend.

But best friends weren’t supposed to make your heart ache.

Best friends weren’t supposed to make you wish for something more.

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The night before I left for my first world tour, I stood outside his apartment, my fingers hovering over the doorbell.

My heart was racing. I needed to tell him. Before I left, before it was too late, I had to let him know.

I knocked.

A few seconds later, the door opened, and there he was—hair messy, eyes heavy with sleep, wearing that same green puffer vest I had once stolen.

"Maeve? What are you—"

"I'm leaving tomorrow." My voice was barely above a whisper.

He blinked. "I know. I was going to call you in the morning. Wish you luck."

I shook my head. "No. I mean, I'm really leaving, Jeong. For months. Maybe years."

A shadow crossed his face, but he quickly masked it with a smile. "That’s amazing, Maeve. This is everything you wanted."

"Yeah." I forced a laugh. "It is."

Silence stretched between us. The words I wanted to say caught in my throat, tangled with fear and uncertainty.

Don't let me go.

Tell me to stay.

Tell me you feel it too.

But he didn’t. Instead, he pulled me into a hug, his arms warm and familiar. I closed my eyes, trying to memorize the way he felt, the way he smelled, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my cheek.

When we pulled away, he smiled. "Go make the world fall in love with you, Maeve."

And that was it.

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The lights of the stage felt too bright. The audience, the cameras, the interviewer’s voice.

It had been years. I left, we had no connection afterwards, and life went on. I chased my dream, just like he told me to. But some nights, when the world quieted down, I still heard his voice in my head.

I still saw his smile in the spaces between my memories.

I still felt his absence in every song I wrote.

The interviewer’s voice pulled me back to reality. “If you had the chance to say something to that ‘someone,’ what would it be?”

I swallowed, fingers tightening around my phone.

“I’d say…” My voice cracked. I let out a shaky breath, smiling despite the tears welling in my eyes. “I hope you’re happy. I hope you found what you were looking for.”

The audience clapped, oblivious to the weight of my words.

Oblivious to the fact that, after all these years, I was still trying to let him go.

I stood backstage, the echoes of the applause fading. The final notes of the song played through the speakers, the lyrics hauntingly familiar.

Like oceans and engines, you can't keep up with me  You're holdin' my hand but you don't understand So goodbye, for now

I closed my eyes, letting the melody wash over me.

You never knew, the bridges burned, I let the fire just bathe me.

And just like that, the invisible string that had once tied us together was gone.

[bekolxeram]

Landing on an LAX runway with autopilot is very easy. There's a technology called the Instrument Landing System (ILS). It sends radio signals to guide the aircraft towards the centerline of the runway with the optimal glide path. If the system implemented at a certain airport (like LAX) is precise enough, the plane basically lands itself with very minimum pilot input. You can land the thing without touching anything in 0 visibility, it's great.

These orange antennas at the end of a runway are the ILS localizers.

If for some reason you can't make it to a runway, and the best long flat surface you can reach is a highway, then ILS is completely out of the question. ATC may be able to point you towards the general direction of your make shift runway of choice (thanks ADS-B), but you have to manually line up your plane.

Runways have specific sets of lights to again, guide the pilots. Highways only have street lamps, and they all look the same. How do you point out where to go to a flight simulator trained child prodigy trying to make an emergency landing?

Holy shit, the cars! That's why they're all lit up but empty inside.

[homewardskies]

My UPG: Apollo

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Kind of inspired by my earlier post about modern associations that I have of the Gods. I wanted to go more in-depth about my experiences and beliefs regarding certain deities! Not super serious, but authentic nonetheless.

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Some of My Associations + Why:

1. Streetlights. His epithet Aguieus, meaning protector of streets.

2. Modern music (I originally referenced Vocaloids). His association with poetry and music doesn't just mean the music of the ancient Greeks, but also rap, death metal, EDM, and all other new genres and instruments.

3. Vaccines and Antibiotics. Specifically because of the epithet Alexikakos, which was used by Athenians who believed he stopped the plague that started around 430 BC. The plague was believed to be a combination of Typhus and Smallpox. Smallpox has been eradicated thanks to vaccines, and Typhus is now treated with antibiotics. Basically, because of his association with healing.

4. Meteorology because of his associations with prophecy and the sun.

5. My hometown! His epithet Epaktaios refers to a God worshipped on a coast, and I grew up in a coastal town, so this really resonates with me.

6. Pilots, Flight Attendants, and other airport staff. His epithet Kataibatês was invoked for safe travels and who else makes our travels safe? The people who get our planes on and off the ground.

Offerings:

Honey

Rosemary

Red Pepper Flakes

Haikus

Fruity Teas, like Hibiscus

Skittles and sour gummy worms

Feelings and Vibes

-Hearing a song that brings you back to a good memory or a better time in your life.

-The feeling of being cared for when you're under the weather/caring for someone else who is sick. Love and responsibility.

-Being up in the morning and watching the sunrise, knowing a new day awaits you.

-Being out in town with friends, laughing and not worried about what tomorrow brings.

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Feel free to add more or ask questions! I love hearing what others have felt or learned from their practice.

[h50europe]

Some funny know it all doesn't believe dear Tommy could be part of saving Athena. I did a little write up.

Pilot's daughter heads up. How do pilots train flying an airliner? Imagine, Boeing has so-called flight simulators of different plane types and models. Let's say Athena's plane is a 747, there is a flight simulator with the exact same cockpit. If B*die edits weren't the only thing you watch, you'd know videos/movies, where pilots sit in these simulators and talk civilians with no clue through the process of flying a plane. They go through it step by step while simulating the situation on the ground. You can simulate anything, weather, daytime, nighttime, instrument failures, even a plane crash. Meanwhile you have flight simulators for Xbox or PlayStation. But I go with the real ones. The basic instruments are the same in every plane. Like altitude, speed, horizon. Plus there is also the autopilot you can use, if working. Landing nowadays is mostly fully automated. So yes, Tommy sitting in one of these, supervising Athena is a thing. And that is only one scenario out of many for 8.02+03. You can also fly parallel to the airliner and talk her through, or sit in the tower with a manual of the airliner... Anything is possible in 9-1-1. And no, I don't do videos. I prefer old-school writing.

[typosandtea]

Vertibirds. 🚁⚙️🗡️🪽

So every wastelander and his dog know that the fallout 4 vertibirds crash more than settlements need help. But why is that? Here's my 2 caps on the matter. (Or: Bethesda doesn't understand aviation very well I think)

( So uh this is way longer than I expected, I was possessed🚁☢️:] )

TLDR: Horrific conditions for aviation, the difficulties of wasteland heavy maintenance, inexperienced pilots AND mechanics, and the WORST damn instrument layout I’ve ever seen

The Vertibird is designed as a fictional tilt rotor VTOL/STOL(Vertical/Short Take Off and Landing) aircraft which makes a ton of sense in the wasteland where suitable runways are rarer than hens teeth. One of Bethesda's primary visual design influences for the vertibird I suspect is the bell boeing v-22 Osprey.

This funky creature \/

This photo is from the Wikipedia page >Here< [ID: a photo of a v22 osprey aircraft in flight as seen from below and to the right, the aircraft is a medium tilt rotor aircraft with very large propellers, the aircraft is current in vertical take off or landing with the engines pointed straight up. The landing gear is extended, the aircraft is painted in air-force grey with the faint decal “marines” and the American army star on horizontal stripes and the squadron and registration barley visible on the empennage. The cargo and forward doors are open and a soldier is hanging out the front. End ID]

Now the Osprey has a bit of a reputation among people I’ve met who’ve flown in them, I've personally been told things like "if it's not leaking hydraulic fluid, that means you're out of fluid" and "its terrifying to fly in".

My screenshot. [ID: A screenshot of a fallout 4 vertibird, seen from front left in flight over bushland. the Player is manning the minigun and Paladin Danse is a Passenger. End ID]

Looking at the Vertibirds themselves we can make a few assumptions here.

The shape of the cowling and the noise they make indicates that the engines are some form of turboprop engine, likely requiring liquid fuel akin to Avtur(Aviation turbine fuel). Confirmed by the Instruments visible in the cockpit.

The most weight efficient way to move big parts is hydraulics so, they likely have complex hydraulic systems for wing positioning / AOA(Angle Of Attack) / engine angle. Likely also for landing gear since they have retractable gear in fallout 4.

That the BoS has modified them from the original design at least partially, allowing attachment to the Prydwen, likely other modifications too.

I strongly suspect that they have an APU(Auxiliary Power Unit) in the aft fuselage / empennage somewhere, since they have a massive air intake scoop on the top fuselage, they can self start their primary engines which either requires a ridiculous amount of electricity / amps or a source of bleed air. Bleed air is the most likely candidate for self start and is reasonably common on real turbine aircraft, APUs also allows for ground power without having primary engines running. Also confirmed by the instruments in the cockpit.

All of these points are well and good and common in aviation, even modifications (ie. STOL kits, survey aircraft, agricultural mods, skiis, ect). But modern aviation has some advantages that the BoS doesn't have: access to new off the shelf parts, proper verified documentation, proper test processes & facilities, and experienced personnel.

Don't get me wrong, I think Proctor Ingram is awesome, very knowledgeable and practically a miracle worker (especially with that one terminal entry about an engine failure field recovery she pulls off!!), but one chief engineer cannot maintain an entire fleet AND the Prydwen, she comments on how things are breaking often on the ship that she is very busy! Training of new engineers takes *years* to even get to basic level! Ingram can’t train anyone she is too busy keeping everyone in the air 24/7! So who is training all of these scribes? There must be a huge amount of time teaching and supervising even simple tasks! Even at their best the BoS wouldn’t be able to hope to be near the prewar standards of training! Even Ingram or other senior scribes would not be thaaaaat experienced, 10 years is not a long time to completely learn a new aircraft and implement systems & processes of maintenance. The point here is that there are inexperienced scribes maintaining these aircraft.

WOLRDS BEST CHEIF ENGINEER ❤️ \/

My Screenshot. [ID: A screenshot of proctor Ingram from fallout 4, she is standing in the Liberty prime control area. She is smiling. She is wearing her usual modified power armour frame. Preston is visible in the background with a clipboard and pen, he is wearing woody’s outfit from toy story. End ID]

Heavy maintenance in the wasteland, especially in an active combat zone would be an absolute nightmare, are the poor scribes doing overhauls on the flight deck?? Not really possible, so the BoS must have a ground facility at the airport somewhere. Also side note where is the rest of Boston airport? There is more to an airport than a terminal and 1 runway, where are all the hangars?? Likely underwater but still, no ruins??

Back to maintenance, aircraft need a huge amount of care, way way way more than cars do. light civilian aircraft IRL need a full inspection every 100 hours of flight time, which adds up incredibly quickly! For example if you have a one hour commute twice a day that’s MR(Maintenance Release) hours reached in 50 days! You legally cannot fly out of hours. And a service for small aircraft takes about 3 personnel / 2 days and that’s without any major repairs or ADs (Airworthiness Directives) to address! $$$$! Aircraft operating in adverse conditions also need additional maintenance, and coastal areas like Boston, are considered adverse conditions since the salt air corrodes aluminum and steel like nothing else! Corrosion untreated will damage your aircraft and if left too long can destroy the structural integrity of aluminum parts. The spars of aircraft are aluminum often!

My photo. [ID: The inside of a Cessna 172 wing trailing edge is shown looking inboard at the aft root rib, which is primer green, it is backlit by torchlight, the fuselage and a orange scat hose are visible behind it, it has 3 irregular shaped holes in it, 2 are by design but the third medium sized hole in the center of the image is eaten away by corrosion. End ID]

Vertibirds, between being shot at constantly and having a complex deign with a lot of precision moving parts will need a lot of repairs; moving parts means lots of upkeep, grease and inspections! The BoS by 2287 must have some sort of manufacturing back in capital, they cannot still be using old parts from the enclave after 10 years of maintenance, that’s a lot of grease, paint and hydraulic fluid!!!

The BoS must also have a refinery of some kind because Avtur is a refined fuel with some important additives like biocide. Manufacture and storage of fuel is very important since fuel contamination will bring down an aircraft! (and has multiple times IRL! :[ ). Water, microbes, and algae are real dangers to engines, with free water being the most common. Poorly sealed tanks or improper fuel storage combined with a incomplete or missed pre-flight inspection can lead to fuel starvation, since water is heavier than fuel and tank outlets are at the bottom of the tank. If you loose an engine on a twin, may God help you.

This image is from Concordia Bioscience >Here< [ID: A photo of a sample of pale yellow Jet fuel in a clear container, the sample is contaminated with water and microbes and has separated into layers with water at the bottom, then microorganisms, and then Fuel at the top, the image is labeled as such. End ID]

Getting to the most likely crash reasons now (finally), In my opinion that is inexperienced pilots and; a horrific instrument layout.

While there must be some lancers in the BoS that have been flying for the whole 10 years that they’ve had Vertibirds, I think that is likely the exception not the rule, even if they crashed a fraction of the time that do in game that’s still A LOT of downed aircraft!

Experience is only gained in practice, and unfortunately for the BoS they are (self-declared) at war so resources are thin and safe zones are thinner. I suspect that there are a lot of very inexperienced pilots without the time for the experienced pilots to really teach.

Linking to my final point, experience on an airframe itself is also important, you want to be familiar with your aircraft, even among a group of the same model aircraft they will each have quirks, like slightly different instrument layouts, slightly different handling/feel i.e. "this one flies heavier / slower" (at least that's my experience with smaller civilian aircraft) I imagine that the apocalypse did nothing for improving manufacturing tolerances!

FINAL AND MOST DAMNING POINT:

Experience can only help lancers so much when veritibirds have such a strange instrument panel layout:

My screenshot. [ID: a screenshot of a instrument panel from a Fallout 4 vertibird. it is slanted on a approximately 30 degree angle. End ID]

A bit weird looking yeah? For reference Pilot is left seat and copilot is always right seat, this applies globally even in right hand drive countries.

lets take a closer look:

My Screenshots. [IDs: Three screenshots of the same Instrument panel as above, but zoomed in using a sniper rifle scope to get a better look. The first screen shot is the pilots side, the second the center, and the third the copilots side. End ID]

All righty! So reading from top to bottom, then left to right we have:

On the pilots side: A Rotor%RPM gauge, a VOR(Very high frequency Omni-directional Range) indicator, a DG(Directional Gyro), a HSI(Horizontal Situation Indicator), and then a huge AI(Attitude Indicator),

In the center section we have: presumably light clusters (likely master warnings & cautions, gear indicators, and other status lights), a second VOR gauge, likely magnetic compass as they are usually top centre (though I can’t see it being at all accurate with all of the steel around!), the engine instruments cluster, and the APU status / control panel at the bottom. unsure of what the 3 clusters of horizontal buttons are suppose to be other than input of some kind?

In the Engine cluster: Torque%, XMSN(transmission) oil temp / pressure dual gauge, a gas producer % RPM gauge with small integrated single percent dial (like having a seconds dial on your watch for accuracy) meaning the engines have free turbines (compressor not attached to the power turbine), a dual load / fuel psi gauge, a dual engine oil pressure and temperature gauge, fuel quantity in pounds, a turbine output temperature gauge (the hottest part of your engine), and a clock.

On the copilots side: a second Rotor%RPM dual gauge, a third VOR indicator, Airspeed in Knots and MPH, a RMI(Radio Magnetic Indicator) which uses VOR and ADF(Automatic Direction Finder) on compass, a second DG, a second HSI, and a teeny tiny altimeter right in the outboard corner.

the 4 instruments on the lower copilots panel are completely unlabeled

some things of note that are from game limitations:

most of the engine instruments don't have needles at all

the DGs and the RMI use the same background asset, resulting in the DG wrongly having 'VOR' and 'ASI' on its face, DGs are self contained air driven instruments that work on gyroscopic precession, not any outside data input.

all of the instruments with a compass face all say north despite this vertibird not quite facing north.

the AI is showing wings level despite this vertibird being crashed and on a ~30 degree angle

there are not engine controls at all not even flat assets, only flight controls.

There are a lot of instruments here and most of them are reasonably OK read individually, BUT there at least 1 key instrument missing and the layout outs emphasis on completely the wrong things:

WHERE IS THE VERTICAL SPEED INDICATOR(VSI)????? That's a pretty important gauge in a VERTICAL take off / landing aircraft!!!!!!!!!! It's one of the basic six pack!!! how was it omitted??? Speaking of the six pack why is there only one ASI and Altimeter?? and why are they tiny and ON THE COPILOTS SIDE ONLY???? the altimeter is LITERALLY the furthest instrument from the pilot in a vertibird, it should be right in front of the pilot!!! the easy to miss altimeter would make IFR(Instrument Flight Rules) flying incredibly dangerous! Also why are there four VOR based navigational instruments? VOR IS GROUND BASED NAVIGATION!!! unless the BoS has rebooted the multiple ground beacons for them to navigate from that's THREE dead instruments taking up space on the panel! the RMI is slightly more useful as ADF can tune to commercial radio frequencies, though these would need to be strong!

These poor inexperienced lancers are having to look all over the whole unnecessarily crowded cockpit for basic information that should be right in front of them, causing reaction delays and possible confusion. That delay could be the difference between whether or not they are flying home today.

-> Bethesda doesn't understand what half the instruments do and while they did a good job with most of the assets, in their quest to make it retro-future / visibly different from actual aircraft, they have completely destroyed any use of logic in the layout.

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Thanks for reading! Here’s a video of me yeeting Danse with the ‘Get out of my face mod’ as compensation haha

My Video. [ID: a video capture from fallout 4 in first person. It is night and is at oberland station facing the water treatment plant. The player is wearing power armour and the HUD is visible. The player is very close to Paladin Danse, he turns away from them and they shove him with the voice line “stay out of my way”. Danse flys a long way away while rag-dolling. The Gamer’s laughter can be heard while Danse is flying. The player follows Danse’s fall with the crosshairs. The player then walks backwards. End ID]

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

I don’t know what type of magic you posses but Blanche has been like digital therapy I’m losing the stress I didn’t realize I had.

Like??? Why does reading about him make me feel so calm??? What’s happening????

It would be so cute if you knitting sessions with him and at the end exchanged the things you made

Also I think Yves could work as a middle child🤔 I’m an older sister and while Yves could work as the oldest, Blanche kinda out older brothers him imo

Tw: implied drugging

He would be hopping in joy when you agree to sacrifice your weekend to spend time with him. Blanche would excitedly clap his hands as he cheers, successfully winning you over instead of that indecent hussy who usually invites you to those raunchy home parties. It was also a smart move to choose him over some boozy party, as he was on his last straw. He would have sabotaged it out of spite, causing a casualty or two to scare you off.

"Oh, you are such a sweet little angel! Thank you, thank you!" Opened his arms, you would jump in and then he would gently twirl you around. Giggles resonated throughout his living room as he continued playing with you with such glee.

He carried you on his hip as he made his way to the sofa. Blanche set you down and stroked your hair, kissing the crown of your head before leaving for the stairs. You turned your head to see him taking his first step, using his trusty wooden cane.

You told him that you could help him take whatever he's trying to retrieve. He doesn't need agonizingly go up a flight of stairs for that.

He smiled. "Well. If my helpful darling insists, could you be a dear and bring us the 'box of Jolly and Joy'?"

You nodded and hopped off the couch, Blanche chuckled deeply as you bolted past him, rushing up the stairs.

"Oh, my sweet. There is no rush, there is no need to run. You could trip and fall, that wouldn't be ideal. Would it, dear?" You're already out of earshot before you can even hear him finish his sentence as you heard it more than thrice.

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The box of Jolly and Joy is a large but lightweight wooden chest. It contains a random assortment of items, which includes at least two sets of knitting needles and a wide array of yarn. It definitely contained your favourite colour and in your favourite shades. It had other items in there, like his past wood carvings and relevant equipment, art supplies, bobbins to make lace, ribbons, music boxes, musical instruments, pottery tools, scrapbooks, stickers, VHS tapes of old, popular movies, embroidery and its relevant objects... He basically has every homely and vintage hobby contained in this chest.

"What can the box of Jolly and Joy offer you today, my flower?" Asked Blanche, as he sits with his legs together. He rests his hands atop his lap.

You rummaged through it, taking your time deciding what to do. Too occupied with it to realize that he is jotting down something in his notebook while his pocket watch is out.

You pulled out the knitting needles and yarn. Handing him a set while you held onto yours.

"Ah, wonderful choice. Thank you, my love. Thank you, box of Jolly and Joy!" He began casting a few loops onto his needle using the colored yarn you picked out for him. "What would you like me to make, my dear?"

You told him whatever he wanted. You said that you're going to make something for him.

That earned you a kiss on the temple. He said nothing else as he bent down to pick up a few more colors of yarn. You noticed that he also picked up a tattered, square sheet. Which you then recognized as the cover of a Vinyl Record disc.

You already started knitting as he stood back up, walking to the gramophone nearby and setting it up so that it could play the music he wanted.

Half a minute after he set the needle on the rotating disc, soft, crackly music started playing. A slow, calm, and elegant Valse Serenade sets the tone of the room to be lazy, carefree, and lax. There was a strange sense of longing, melancholy, and nostalgia that you didn't truly understand while listening to it, but it was so mild, that it became negligible. You let your muscles relax as you felt the burdens of the world evaporate from your shoulders, all you had to do was knit and enjoy.

"I shall prepare us some delicious snacks and cups of hot, herbal tea to enjoy." Said Blanche as he held onto his cane for support. You shot up from your seat and dropped your work onto the seat, you said that you could do it for him.

You told Blanche that you wanted him to stay here and rest his joints.

"Oh, my dove. You pamper me too much." He smiled, caressing your cheek. "What about preparing them together? You can choose your favorite types of treats."

And so, you agreed. Walking to the kitchen with him and chatting about the cookies and pastries he baked while you're away. You had a lengthy list to choose from: classic, chocolate chip cookies, raisin scones, lemon squares, palmiers, gingerbread shapes and men, pecan rum bars, oat cookies, mini rhubarb pies, slices of fruitcakes, strawberry and creme whoopie pies, shortbread and blueberry muffins, fudge brownies and finally, meringues.

They're all apparently baked fresh, this morning and yesterday. It's unbelievable, with his snail-like speed and capabilities, but you're not one to question a good thing. Whatever he makes, it's bound to be heavenly.

While he's brewing the tea and filling the kitchen with pleasant floral and earthy scents from his special blend of herbs, you were building the treat platter; choosing the ones that you like and the treats that you think Blanche would want.

He sets up the coffee table in the living room with saucers and small dessert forks. Blanche would return to the kitchen when he heard the kettle whistling loudly, he took it off the heat and poured it into two quaint teacups.

He giggled at how you decided to pile the plate with his baked goods, it was heaping over like a mountain. Blanche is always happy to know you enjoy his cooking.

The vibe was undeniably cozy. The warm, orange lights from his incandescent lightbulbs illuminated his cottage. The doors were shut to not let a draft in from the heavy rain outside in, but it was still a bit chilly. So Blanche took out a massive, weighted blanket from his 'Chest of Comfy' next to his gramophone. The two of you had it draped over each other's laps.

You hadn't restarted your knitting project yet, as you were too busy stuffing your face with Blanche's godly desserts. A knowing smile rested on Blanche's charmingly handsome features as he took a sip from his tea, his pinkie lifted up gracefully. In a few seconds, you will be asking if you could drink from his cup.

And he was right. Of course, he agreed. Anything for his beloved dove.

The rainy afternoon passes by with him knitting, while you're mostly eating and drinking. Making multiple trips to his kitchen to refill your cup and his, and the snack platter too. The record Vinyl played numerous other songs, all of which were vintage, gentle, kind, romantic, and easy in nature. Sometimes it would make you somewhat sad, but you think that's just how it sounds like back in the olden days.

Blanche would have been done in fifteen minutes, but he wanted to prolong the time spent with you as long as possible. So he pretended that he needed quite a bit of time to finish. Whereas you barely even started, not even 10% completed. But that's alright, he knows that you felt great and entertained, as his tea should make everything extra amusing to you no matter how mundane or boring. You're in your own bliss and he is in his own as you decided to knit while being perched on his lap. Blanket wrapped over the two of you.

However, when a certain song began to play, he would set his work down and have a joyful, toothy grin. "Oh, how fun! It's our favorite song to waltz to, can we please do that?" He watched you with such large and pleading eyes as he clasped his hands together in anticipation.

You mirrored his smile, hopping off his lap to humor his request. He would rise up, abandoning his cane and leading you to the clearing in the living room, made especially for waltzing between you and him.

He pressed a hand against your back while he had to slouch since he was too tall for you to comfortably reach his shoulder. You and he intertwined hands and soon, the steps were synced and fluid. Following the beat of the music and leisurely slow dancing around the room.

It's incredibly easy as you had practiced this numerous times with Blanche before, you could even do it with your eyes closed. You felt floaty and loose, eternally grateful to experience this magical moment with someone who you love, someone who actually filled the ominous void in your life.

You rested your head on his chest. This is your paradise and Blanche's heaven.

He let his curls sway to the rhythm of the music, occasionally it would brush your leg due to the close proximity. Neither of you spoke, only letting the rich vocals and melodic piano notes course through each other's blood.

Your project and his were left on the sofa, incomplete. But that only means you and Blanche would be spending much more time together to complete them.

Blanche lets out a soft sigh of delight.

All he ever wanted was dancing with him, in his arms.

[tfemflightinstructor]

what does "bust a bravo" mean

smile

ok gang! lets learn about The National Airspace System! (referenced with AIM chapter 3 and PHAK chapter 17)

We'll start off easy with Uncontrolled Airspace! Class G or Golf airspace is Completely uncontrolled. Theres nobody there watching to maintain spacing or really anything, however you still have to maintain the minimum weather requirements for Visual Flight Rules.

Those rules are as follows, For Daytime flying less than 1200 feet Above Ground Level (hereby condensed to AGL), you must maintain 1 statute mile of visibility (think fog obscuring how far you can see) and remain clear of clouds. For Daytime Flying above 1200 AGL its 3 Statute miles of visibility, 1000 feet above clouds, 500 ft below, and 2000 feet horizontal. if its Night time flying below 1200ft AGL, its 3 statute miles, 1000ft above, 500ft below, and 2000ft horizontal around clouds. These numbers are very Very common, and will be condensed into the "3-152" Rule. Night time above 1200ft AGL is also the 4-152 rule.

NOW! Where IS class Golf airspace? Well, it starts from the surface all the way up to 1200 feet AGL. Sometimes its to 700ft AGL but we'll explain why that is when we get into Controlled Airspace.

so basically it looks like Such:

Next up: controlled Airspaces!

first one is class E or Echo, which stands for EVERYWHERE. Where is Echo? EVERYWHERE but uncontrolled, or other Defined airpspaces. Class Echo starts at 1201ft AGL, and goes alll the way up to 17,999ft MEAN SEA LEVEL. Mean sea level (or MSL) is the height above where the ocean Approximately is. So if you're 0ft MSL, you're basically swimming. All (most.) aircraft Altimeters (the instruments that tell you how high you are) are calibrated to what the air pressure outside is at mean sea level and indicate how high they are compared to where MSL is.

Back to Class E airspace. E goes up to 17,999ft MSL, because at 18,000ft it changes to a different airspace, which we will get to in a moment. So, Class E is Controlled airspace, but that doesnt mean you have to be talking to people to fly in it. in fact, most people flying in class E arent actually talking to air traffic control! most of the time they're flying around Visually, under Visual Flight Rules, which means "i can see outside and where im going, and i can navigate this way."

so how do you fly in E under Visual flight rules? well, by flying in it. but they do have to have weather minima above the 3-152 Rule. Except over 10,000 ft, which is when it changes to 5-111. 5 Statute Miles visibility, 1000 feet above, 1000 feet below, 1 mile horizontal.

Class E also has Speed regulations! anywhere under 10,000ft is limited to 250 Knots (nautical mile per hour) and above 10,000 its just. mach 1. you cant break the speed of sound. FUN!

in some specific areas, (most of the time over airports) the Class E airspace is Lowered, to allow the controlled airspace to be closer to an uncontrolled airport. This is visualized on a VFR sectional chart as a shaded magenta area, kinda looking like a circle. This lowering is done for Instrument Flight Rules purposes, but im not an Instrument flight instructor so i cant teach on that yet. sorry.

so basically, E looks like This:

Next up is the Fun ones!

Class Delta airspace is usually surrounding a 5 statute mile radius around a Towered airport, from the Surface to 2500ft AGL. Some airports don't have towers, which places them in Uncontrolled airpspace, aka Class Golf! you can just take off and land however you want! on towered fields however, you have to maintain two way radio communication with the controlling agency of the field. you're flying around, 10 miles out you go "Gateway Tower, Skyhawk N123AV, 10 miles to the south, full stop" and they reply "Skyhawk 3AV, enter left base runway 9." once you hear your callsign "skyhawk 3AV" you know you're allowed into the airspace, unless given specific instruction otherwise.

Class Delta has the same 3-152 rule for VFR. and is depicted on a sectional chart as a dotted blue circle around an airport.

it looks as Such:

Next up, is class Charlie, or C.

Charlie is a lot bigger, think your local international airport. Nashville, Tucson, Oklahoma city, Little Rock. These are Big airports, but not like. HUGE. not like atlanta or JFK or LA. those are their own catagory which we will get to.

Class C is defined as a 5 mile radius from surface up to 4000 ft AGL! a lot taller! But, theres a catch~ theres an outer circle, with a 10 mile radius, from 1200ft agl to 4000ft agl. think an upside down wedding cake with tiers. they can change around to have more than just 2 different sections but most class C's look like this.

VFR is 3-152, and you must have 2 way communication to enter their airspace. however, because this airspace is so much bigger, they usually have an Approach controller, who you contact before getting close to the tower. they have different controllers to contact for different directions you're coming from. Fun! you also need to have a Mode C transponder. this is a device that sends information to ATC's Radar, giving Altitude information and a dot of where you are on their little map.

They're Depicted on a sectional chart as solid magenta lines, as opposed to shaded magenta lines

Class Charlies:

Finally. we get to answer Anon's BURNING QUESTION: what is "busting a bravo?"

well, we must talk about Bravo airspace. B, stands for BIG. not really, but like, these airspaces are extremely complex, absolutely massive, and are routed specifically for the airport and its arrivals, departures, and approaches. they're highly customizable and very fun to deal with! (lie)

these are your Pheonix sky harbors, your JFK's, your LA's, your San Diegos, your Atlantas. Massive Airports with EXTREMELY high traffic, and airports very close by.

For class bravos, you only have to be 1 statute mile of visibility, and clear of clouds, day or night, to operate VFR. but what are the chances you're operating vfr in a bravo anyways? not very high. still need to know that for a checkride, though. theres also a 30nm ring surrounding them, which requires a Mode C transponder inside of that "mode C veil"

Class bravos are signifigantly more strict on whos allowed to fly into them. before, in D or C, you just needed to hear your callsign and be able to enter, otherwise you'd be busting through their airspace. However, with class Bravo? you have to be Cleared into the bravo. they have to say "Skyhawk N123AV, you are Cleared into the class bravo airspace" before you're allowed in. otherwise, they WILL call your ass over the radio and go "skyhawk N123AV, were you cleared into my airspace?" "skyhawk n123av, no." "alright, skyhawk N123AV, i have a number for you to call when youre on the ground, advice ready to copy" which indicates you are FUCKED. you have to call and explain why you were in that airspace when you were not supposed to be. this is a very very bad thing and Not something you want on your record.

But!!!! if you're busting that airspace as a student, your CFI is at fault, because they're the one supposed to be seeing and avoiding, and preventing you from breaking airspace you shouldn't be.

anyways, Bravos are depicted as solid blue lines on a sectional chart, and "look like this":

woof! thats a lot! and every airspace we gotta think about!

hm? whats that? i forgot one?

oh right! above 17,999ft! thats right! well, thats Class Alpha airspace! its the most controlled and restricted airspace, because you CANNOT operate under visual flight rules in there. at all! you must be under Instrument Flight Rules to fly in class Alpha airspace. once you pass 17,999, you enter the "Flight Levels" which are indicated as FL180, and go all the way up to FL600, or 60,000 ft. thats, really high up. Nobody goes up there, except the SR-71 blackbird. You really dont ahve to think about class A until you get to your Instrument rating, which im not qualified to teach, so. scram.

if you have ANY questions or think i missed something, feel free to correct me, i dont know everything. once again i referenced AIM chapter 3 and PHAK chapter 17 for all of this information.

[yogurtyogitup]

The flight crew of the Solution!

Hannah Lomadia, the pilot, makes sure the ship is on track and is responsible for takeoff and landing. Nilesy, as co-pilot, takes over when she is unavailable. Both track trajectory data and are who the mission specialists (Rythian and Zoeya) report to. Lalna is the engineer of the crew, performing basic maintenance when necessary, but more specifically is responsible for monitoring the nuclear power core.

(Note: powering spacecraft with nuclear power is not in and of itself sci-if. In fact, MANY American space missions use plutonium-238 as a source of electricity. HOWEVER, it’s only for powering scientific instruments, computers, and other such gadgets, not the flight of the craft itself. NASA is currently looking into using nuclear fission to power spacecraft, especially as a way to get ships and satellites further out. The power core described here is a hypothetical future of this technology.)