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wait who are the characters in this au? sorry i just found out about this so can i have some [[LORE]]
ABOUT TIME I GOT TO THIS because I actually never thought about a concrete answer until now
Basically? The characters are just the silly little guys that I tend to latch onto and decide “yknow what? Lets add some spice to you”
Sometimes changes are pretty small, but sometimes I get a bit cray (take a look at sydney for hell's sake… which I need to REALLY do a proper drawing of his latest design) but nonetheless, all of them are just characters I like with extra aspects and more relaxed…
As for my original characters directly linked to Amalgaverse… erm there isn’t much in terms of numbers lets say? Ashamedly, but all of them are filled with their own tidbits!
I’ve already went over Idovolich, Bepholous, and Octalhan (formerly Octavian, but got a name change) but there’s one more I feel that ends up becoming significant: Brutis (practically use any pronouns for em)
He’s the Resort's advisor, helping those who are more new to the forest and always itching for more fun! Although they come off as a naive idiot, it’s not to say that you are wrong when you feel intimidated by it's size and stature.
You can ask about anybody specific! Say the word, and I’ll get to ya as quick as I can!
#amalgaverse#answering the inbox#character info#crater info#shepard/vian here!#brutis boibuoy#craving fun - brutis#since she’s the most notable here!
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Uh oh! Your OCs and I decided to share a pizza and we're down to the last slice 😱 Who is eating it without remorse? Who is forcing it onto my plate before I can say no, its okay you can have it! Who is sitting there pretending not to notice its the final slice to avoid being the one to make the decision about who gets to eat it? Who feigns at being full so they don't get caught being generous? And who is the rat that steals it while the rest of us are busy having a generosity war?
⚔️Battle of the Last Pizza Slice!🍕
Thanks so much for the ask! I had so much fun and decided to do this with my characters from my wip Crater City :')
(Now, I want you to close your eyes and picture yourself in one of those children's arcade/pizza restaurants. Yep, that one. Musty carpet from the 90, scent of coins and sweat hanging in the air. Yeah, you know the one.)
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"Wow, is that a plane or a geometrically sound bird?" Blair asks. You turn to look out the window at the invisible plane before he swoops in for the kill. You roll your eyes, but you're glad it wasn't another prank. At least this time, Blair hadn't gotten one of the employees to wear the rat suit and jump-scare you.
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"No, no, you can take it," Darcy twists his face in disgust at the combination of cheese, meats, and microplastics on the large pizza pan in front of you. "Old-world food makes me feel bloated." He shoves the slice of pizza onto your plate before you get to object. You don't feel very hungry anymore.
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You watch Elijah twirl his curly brown hair that sits in a clump on his head as he stares longingly at the arcade section of the restaurant. Either he's signaling you for arcade money, or he's letting you take the last slice of pizza... You're not sure if he's more interested in the food or arcade.
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"Oh, I can't possibly eat anymore," Frasier takes a sip of his unsweetened Earl grey. You're not sure what pizza place sells Earl grey, but you try not to let it faze you. As he catches your glance, he gives a gentle smile that seems to light the rest of the dimly lit restaurant. "You can have the last piece," he says as he pushes the plate towards you.
"No, you can take it," you refute. "You paid for the order, after all."
"No, I insist."
"You're the only person here who hasn't robbed me of my pizza, made me lose my appetite, or begged me for arcade tokens. I think you should have the last slice."
"Well, I can't argue with that," Frasier chuckles before realizing the pizza has disappeared right before your very eyes. He raises a brow. Clearly, he hasn't planned for this to happen.
There is a muffled chewing sound coming from beneath the cheap plastic table. You both duck under the table to see Melony hunched over like a mouse, enjoying her late afternoon breakfast. Her lab coat pools around her, pressed against the greasy floor. You shudder at the unsanitary conditions.
"Let's face it, you two were gonna be fighting over that slice for hours!" She protests.
"True, but what are you doing out of your lab, you little mouse?" Fraiser picks gum from under the table out of her black bubble braids.
"I've been working for 18 hours, don't you think I deserve a little break?" Melony finishes the pizza without complaint. She stands up, brushes off her coat, and thanks you both for the midday snack. "Well, it's been real, but I gotta skedaddle. Gotta convention to go to," her pink eyes sparkle.
"That's right, I should be heading off, as well." Frasier sighs at the impending doom of his lunch break ending. He turns to you, his smile resurfacing, "But it's been a nice lunch date. We should meet again soon."
He rises from the creaky plastic booth held together by a few loose bolts and some bubble gum. "Blair, Elijah, Darcy!" He calls from across the empty restaurant, "You guys better wrap up that air hockey tournament. We're leaving."
Three disgruntled moans come from the arcade. Frasier sighs and slaps fifty on the table for the tip. No, make it sixty.
You can't help but stare at the strange rag tag group of people as they make their way out of the pizza joint whining about shrinkflation in the pizza industry, the alarming amount of microplastics found in old-world food, and how arcade games just aren't made like they used to be. You're not sure where that Melony lady went, but you're convinced this entire interaction was a fever dream. Four pizzas in a day? Absolutely absurd!
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#this is like a dating sim#but at a chuck e cheese#wahahaha#writing#thanks for the ask!#crater city wip#writeblr#my ocs#my writing#oops i went overboard#if anyone is lost on the context#click the link for more info
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Collemopsidium foveolatum
Yep, we put some trypophobia on your trypophobia, in case that wasn't enough trypophobia for you. C. foveolatum is a crustose lichen that grows embedded in the shells of barnacles, limpets, and bivalves which hang out just above the average tide level. It has a thin, inconspicuous, beige or gray thallus dotted with crater-like, black perithecia. It has a cyanobacterial photobiont which is what allows it to survive in such a constantly wet environment. C. foveolatum might be widespread but may also be substrate/location specific, but more work is needed to fully understand this cryptic and variable genus. It still just blows my mind that these guys exist. There are lichens living in the driest deserts, and there are lichens living half submerged in the sea. They've got the range.
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#lichen#lichens#lichenology#lichenologist#mycology#ecology#biology#marine biology#fungi#fungus#symbiosis#symbiotic organisms#cyanobacteria#trypo#trypophobia#tw: trypophobia#Collemopsidium foveolatum#Collemopsidium#I'm lichen it#lichen a day#daily lichen post#lichen subscribe#life science#environmental science#natural science#nature#the natural world#beautiful nature#weird nature
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Some swap au doodles! -BM and KC stuff cause we're focusing rn. I feel like Sun can sleeves in this AU. as a treat. Lunar is uh... interesting in his ideas of keeping those barrels in place. it just gets worse each time. Sun actually keeps better care of the daycare cleanliness wise. Also poor swap Sun... like Solar they do find a Nice Moon. Also one of those images shows how sun looks now vs How he took over eclipse and Moon took over Lunar, then moon's actual look maybe. Then we have the 'save Eclipse's magic circle' scene yknow Earths very 'first' appearance and all. Ironically KC never did die so he really is there gonna cause problems on purpose. Bloodmoon enacting his superior height over the bros. KC trying to approach Crater and Moon telling him to bug off. (the image on the left is not related to the scene) Death scene maybe! I feel like had more but maybe thats a bajillion thoughts running at once who knows!
There is an info dump on the way um. it may be a while.
#sun and moon show#tsams#sams swap au#sams lunar#sams eclipse#sams sun#sams moon#swap crater#swap space#sams bloodmoon#swap bloodmoon#again timeline stuff ????? wild#myart
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THE THREE TIMELINES
2. DIVERSION TIMELINE (Reverse Portal AU)
Stan saves Ford but it ends up being him the one to get pulled into it (with the 1st journal).
[Rubs her hands] Now here's the good stuff. (You can tell this is my favourite timeline.) This timeline is basically my AU mashed up with the reverse portal AU.
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After Stan gets pulled into the portal (mind you, he still has the burn), he manages to escape Bill (he just knew/sensed he was evil) and his minions. He hides in the asteroid shield, and then in an asteroid's crater, just like Ford. Then encounters the refugees, the people help him (by giving him the translator, and a recap of where is he, who is Bill, what is the multiverse and such, they also give him some equipment for survival and explain to him the basics of how to travel between dimensions. They also take care of his burn, but it will take time to fully heal). He escapes the Nightmare Realm and his travels begin.
Little facts and important plot points, cuz there's no way I'm redacting 30 years of dimension travelling:
His sole purpose is going back home, even though he has no idea of how to do it.
His hopes to return shatter when he encounters another Stan that got through the portal and tells him that their kind rarely ever makes it back (this would happen like, at year 2).
He almost takes his life that night, but he remembers what the Stan he encountered told him and decides to embrace this life, to live for himself and not to prove anything to anyone. (Even if he may not really think he's worthy of that, that his value relies on others' opinions of him.)
So he just wanders, looking for places to stay, but never for too long (2 years max). He's used to that lifestyle after all.
He comes across a few Stanford's too, some have better responses to him than others. He travelled with one for a while, but he died saving Stan from some bounty hunters (he has never felt more guilt over anything ever). He lost an eye here (year 6).
He's a criminal, but not a renowned one. He's a bit like a Robin Hood, but always looks out for himself first. He likes the idea of being a hero, or maybe something more like an antihero, so he helps people with small stuff wherever he goes.
He did contraband between dimensions for a while. (Deep down he hoped to come across his.)
He tried to rob the device they used to hop between dimensions, but let's just say he was lucky to leave alive from that situation.
He spent a lot of time in Lottocron Nine.
He feels glad that it was him that fell through the portal instead of Ford.
Sometimes he thinks about giving up, but he never does for too long.
He meets the Oracle at some point, they chill and become friends. (Bonding over future sight, she explains to him how is it that he got it.) (Year 14)
After 18 years he has a vision, a guy with what he says is a "portal gun". He gets super exited and thinks that he'll finally find a way to get back.
After a few weeks he encounters Rick Sanchez, he immediately knows that the guy is not someone you want as an enemy. They make a deal, Stan does (an extremely risky) infiltration mission to steal some info for Rick and he builds him a portal gun (and tells him how to make portal fluid).
Stan does it, and spends six months in a high security prison. He gets the info, starts a rebellion as a distraction for his prison break, gets out. (Rick helped him on that last part.)
He gets the gun from Rick and starts hopping between dimensions.
For the first time in forever he has hope.
Years pass, at some point he gets sick of it and just goes back to his old lifestyle for a bit. Then he steals some technology to identify dimensions and it helps him narrow down the number of places he has to go.
He has a list where he crosses the ones that are not the one.
More time passes (year 24), he encounters Rick again and he needs a favour. This time he has to get something some other criminals stole from him, some kind of alien biker gang.
They do it together this time and on the fray Stan loses his right arm. As a "sorry" Rick builds him a robot one (with a lot of secret little compartments, tools, and six fingers at Stan's request).
Time flies and suddenly 30 years have passed. And surprise, after all this time, he comes back home.
(He ages a bit slower btw, that might be because of the blessing or because the massive amount of portal hopping / multiverse travelling he did.)
What was Ford doing?
Getting depressed, that's what he was doing.
Running only by adrenaline, paranoia and an overwhelming sense of guilt (oh my god, he just killed his brother) he somehow pulled it off. Bro got an eureka moment and managed to get some unicorn hair to protect the house. Then, after he managed to get some sleep he followed his original plan (it didn't go exactly as expected, aka, he didn't find anything at all except from the zodiac).
Not knowing what else to do a devastating feeling of hoplenessness came over him, leaving him on an almost catatonic state of depression. And since Bill couldn't do anything to him because of the spell he was just laying there.
And then, like the saving grace of god, Fiddleford came to the rescue. Or something like that...
He was going to make Ford stop by force, but when he got to the house and saw the state in which everything was in he was like "uh oh..."
He found Ford, and even though he was still mad at him he helped him. Ford told him everything that happened, continuously apologising to Fiddleford for not listening to him. Fiddleford was like "About damn time!!" and "I told you so!!".
So, Fidds helps Ford recompose himself, clean the place and find a way to get out of the shack without fearing Bill. (They find a sketchy doctor, BOOM, metal plate.)
They decide to stay low and not bring attention to the town.
They blow up the Bill cave, and get the 2nd journal away from the damn primary school (burn the Bill invocation spell).
(Ford forgot where the third one was.)
They start their own version of the mystery shack, but with accurate representations of the real stuff. AND a repair shop (that's where most of the money comes from).
They also work as protectors of some sort, a bridge between the normal world and the fantastical one. They look for signs of Bill's presence, more for security than anything. They also put barriers in other parts of town (the ones of unicorn hair).
They dismantle the Society of the Blind Eye (Fiddleford admitted that he started it, and that it was probably a bad idea). They discussed about breaking the memory gun, but they decided it could be useful in the future, so Ford hid it somewhere (he just put it under the floor on his room).
They seal the portal room, leaving it as it was. Fidds wanted to dismantle it, but Ford never let him (because of Stan this time, not the portal itself).
They heal, yippie!! Or something like that, Ford has to live with the crushing guilt of "killing" his brother; Fiddleford's wife divorced him and he lost custody of Tate. So they kind of only have eachother. (Fiddleford still has some memory problems, but nothing too serious.)
I hereby declare Fiddauthor canon in this timeline. (Even though I am more of a Fiddlestan gal.)
Bill decided to discharge this dimension, after all the portal is unusable and won't be repaired. He still has many dimensions to choose from anyway.
Years later the twins come for the summer and work on the expositions and tours. Dipper finds the journal, and the plot goes on.
The show begins:
The twins go to Gravity Falls to spend the summer, they will stay with their grunkle Ford and his colleague (wink wink) and work at their little museum. They soon find out that that's not the only thing their grunkles do.
A few days after they arrive (after Dipper finds the third journal) Ford takes them on an expedition as a bonding activity. He tells them that there's amazing things here, but there's also danger.
Ford and Fidds explain their purpose in this town, that they make sure that nothing evil gets to the town or the world. To make sure that humanity and magic stay apart and cool with eachother.
Soos and Wendy work there (at the same jobs as before, handyman and cashier at the giftshop). But Soos also works at the repair shop under Fiddleford's guidance (now Fiddleford has a son again and Soos has a new dad).
Guideon still is a menace in this one, but he doesn't have the book so he's not as dangerous as in canon. (At some point Fidds tells Ford "Imagine if you didn't dig out the journal at the school and this kid found it.")
Some adventures go the same, some different. Ford is more akin to Dipper, but Mabel has Fiddleford in this one. So it kind of balances it out. (And Fidds makes sure that Ford doesn't make Mabel feel left out, being a bridge between them and helping in communication.)
It doesn't take long for Dipper to realise who the author is (let's say, like a few weeks). And after being a bit indecisive (Mabel gives him courage) he decides to ask.
Fords admits that he's the author, and thanks him for finding the book. When Dipper asks for explanations about what happened (since he has read the journal two times already) Ford only tells him to not worry about it, that he fixed every back then (refusing to elaborate when Dipper insists).
Then he takes the journal from Dipper. The kid obviously gets mad at this. (This causes some resentment, and Dipper to be more secretive around the adults.) Ford tells him that is for his own safety.
Ford ends the conversation with the life lesson that he learned back then, that you can't do everything alone, you need family and friends in your life (the one he learned on the end of the show, basically).
At the end, this exchange causes a rift between Dipper and Ford, one that Ford isn't really aware of (and when he notices how the kid is not on board about doing nerd stuff together as much as before he feels bad, but he doesn't think it is anything too serious and that'll pass).
After the fight things are tense around the house for a bit, mostly because Dipper keeps making sharp and angry remarks at Ford (between other things). So there would be an episode about Mabel and Fiddleford trying to help so they can fix this.
It does help and things go back to being ok (but not the same as before, for Dipper won't idolise Ford anymore).
They still live adventures, with and without the grunkles.
Dipper starts his own "journal" out of spite. And to have a place to solve his own mysteries and record all the weird stuff on Gravity Falls. He sets himself the mission of learning what really happened thirty years ago. He noted down all the useful information he could remember about the third journal.
Everything moves on, and then one day Dipper and Ford were having another fight. Dipper and the others went did something reckless trying to find out the Old Mystery™ and got caught (maybe they went to the bunker, idk; but someone did get hurt).
So, they were all getting scolded, and Dipper was trying to fight back, when a small greenish opened in the middle of the kitchen and someone came through.
A loud beep reverberated through the room, Stan knew he was home.
The twins, Soos and Wendy kind of freak out and start asking who is he and such. Fiddleford has an idea of who it could be. And Ford is in shock to be honest.
Stan screams Ford's name and runs up to him to hug him. Ford stays still, in shock. He then lets out a fragile "Stan?", and his brother goes on to tell him super exited that he finally made it. After a rushed and almost incomprehensible (because of the speed in which he talks to and how he jumps to one thing to another) recap of what happened to him he pulls the first journal out of his backpack and gives it back to Ford.
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I'm not sure how things go on from here, I haven't given it much thought. But I probably add more things to this one, at least more facts. Wether they are about Stanley's adventures through the multiverse, Ford and Fidds on the last few years, or the kid's in Gravity Falls.
Maybe even develop the relationship between the characters more, something like describing what everyone thinks of eachother would be good.
And now, I do have drawings for this one.
#gravity falls#gravity falls text post#gravity falls au#the magic of sight au#stanley pines#dipper pines#mabel pines#stanford pines#stangst#reverse portal au#soos ramirez#wendy corduroy#gideon gleeful#fiddleford mcgucket#fiddauthor#ford²#the oracle#bill cipher#stan pines#grunkle stan
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Mare Nectaris ("Sea of Nectar") on the Moon // Loxley
Read below the cut for some info about some of the craters in this image!
Mare Nectaris is a lunar sea, or maria, one of the darker on the near side of the Moon. It is about 210 miles across and filled with dried lava.
Above it is Sinus Asperitatis, Latin for "Bay of Roughness". This "bay" joins Mare Nectaris to Mare Tranquillitatis.
Three craters line Mare Nectaris to the west.
Theophilus crater is named after Theophilus I of Alexandria (bef. 384 - 412), the 23rd Pope of Alexandria. He wrote a Paschal table that tracks the Moon's phases to aid in determining the date of Easter.
Cyrillus crater is named after Saint Cyril of Alexandria (c. 376 - 444), the 24th Pope of Alexandria. He also constructed a Paschal table to calculate the date of Easter.
Catharina crater is named for Saint Catherine of Alexandria (c. 287 - c. 305), a martyr and early adopter of Christianity in the Roman empire. However, there is little evidence to support her existence as a historical figure.
A few craters lie to the south of Mare Nectaris:
Beaumont crater is named for the French geologist Léonce Élie de Beaumont (1798-1874) who proposed a theory for the origin of mountain ranges. He proposed that all mountains parallel to each other were formed at the same time.
Fracastorius crater is named for the Italian scholar Girolamo Fracastoro (c. 1476 - 1553). He was an early adopter of the idea of "atoms" and was one of the first to study epidemiology. He worked extensively on the origins of rabies and syphilis.
Rosse crater is named after the English astronomer William Parson, 3rd Earl of Rosse (1800-1867). He built one of the world's largest telescopes, the "Leviathan of Parsonstown", a 72-inch telescope. Through it, he observed nebulae and galaxies, such as the Crab Nebula and Whirlpool Galaxy.
Finally, two craters lie to the northeast of Mare Nectaris:
Isidorus crater is named after Isidore of Seville (c. 560 - 636), the archbishop of Seville. He was a prominent figure in early Spanish Christianity, and wrote down his Etymologiae, an encyclopedia of knowledge at the time.
Capella crater is named for Martianus Capella (bef. 410 - 420), a Latin scholar who wrote De nuptiis Philologiae et Mercurii "On the Marriage of Philology and Mercury". In the eighth book of the series, he describes a modified geocentric model of the solar system, where all planets orbit the Earth, except for Mercury and Venus which orbit the Sun.
#astronomy#astrophotography#solar system#moon#the moon#luna#lunar surface#crater#lunar crater#maria#mare nectaris#sinus asperitatis#isidorus#capella#theophilus#cyrillus#catharina#beaumont#fracastorius#rosse#history#etymology
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Yarragardee Basin, Mangala, 7995 A.D.
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Accompanying music: You’re On Fire by They Might Be Giants. Summer road trip music of all time, in my opinion.
Here’s a little expository write-up on the history and geography of the worlds shown here. Someday I’ll have more to show of the personal story of these two critters and their travels; until then, a more macro-level description.
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(most of this info has become outdated as modeling invalidated some original assumptions and I changed my mind on what I wanted here; future art of Mangala will reflect this)
Mangala and its sister world Kahira (visible in the background) are binary planets, orbiting one another in a manner not entirely unlike that of Pluto and Charon in the Solar System. Mangala is a relatively small world - just about twenty percent the mass of the Earth, something like if you took two copies of Mars and smushed them together; without the internal heat to drive a carbonate cycle long term, it had long been a frozen, dusty, and arid place when transhumanity first established a permanent presence in the Tahoka system almost a thousand years ago. Since those early days, terraforming using a Birchian soletta system (a huge but foil-thin Fresnel lens of mirrors, with a secondary focal lens for burning atmospheric gasses out of the regolith) has rendered it shirtsleeve habitable to baseline humans across much of the surface, although the global water inventory remains low* and the air in the “continental” uplands is stratospheric, with only the hardiest lichens establishing a foothold. Most of Mangala’s major metropolitan areas are located in the deep rift valleys and basins, where air pressure is highest.
Kahira on the other hand, a rock almost a fifth the mass of its sister world (a little under the mass of old Mercury), remains only slightly terraformed - surface conditions are persistently cold, with a thin barely-Martian atmosphere. Some of its larger rift valleys and craters have been tented over, aerated, and planted with tall low-gravity forest and grassland, a style of habitat construction dating back to the first Mars colonists almost six thousand years ago. Industrial complexes and buried cities sprawl out across the bare surface of the moon, with huge low-gravity lava tubes seeing extensive urban development.
The Yarragardee Basin, pictured above, is a graben basin in Mangala’s northern hemisphere, notable for the historic industrial city of Tirupati - here we see two road-trippers between cities on the basin’s great plain, taking a break in the long late afternoon of a sunset-day***. Having stopped for a night at a motel near Tirupati’s aerospace complex, they’re now continuing their journey to the city of Redmond-Tonasket, located in the Woronora Valles trench system about two thousand kilometers to the southwest.
* While plenty of water could have been imported from Tahoka’s cometary halo, it was decided not to do so in order to avoid inundating pre-existing cities in the valleys and deep basins. The extremely humid hothouse conditions that come after slamming dismantled ice moons through the stratosphere at over six kilometers a second were also broadly considered unacceptable.
** Smaller worlds have been terraformed in transhuman space, both by worldhouse and more open-air methods, but it’s largely the kind of thing that much more energy-rich systems do as a vanity project. Kahira may someday see blue skies, but likely not for a thousand years at least. (edit, one year later: I actually changed up some of this while simulating this system for stability. I’ll be posting more about this soon.)
*** Mangala and Kahira, being tidally locked to each other such that they always show one another the same face as they orbit their common center of mass, both have days exactly as long as their orbital periods - 403 kiloseconds, or roughly 112 hours. This is for convenience divided into month-weeks comprising four “circadian days” of 100 kiloseconds (~26 hours), with the remaining three kiloseconds added on to the last day of a month-week to keep synchronization.
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Pairing: Wukong & gn!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: Coming back from a training expedition by your mentor was ruined when your reunion led you to meeting his true successor. Warnings/Tags: Post s5 (i don't think this counts as spoilers since i haven't mentioned anything significant about s5 in the post, but spoilers I guess??), Hurt/No comfort, MK cameo but not really idk he's there being nosy, angst, might make into a mini-series, idk, Wukong being Wukong always withholding important info till the last second. Word Count: 1000+ words
"What the heck is that?"
Wukong's face paled as he turned to look over his shoulder where MK pointed in the sky. There, looking akin to a shooting star with (f/c) trail of sparks, a ball of light came shooting toward the mountain the pair were training at.
"OMIGOSH, MONKEY KING, MOVE! IT'S ABOUT TO-" MK tried pulling on Wukong's sleeve to move him out of the way of the meteoroid, but the simian simply stood his ground as the ball of light finally landed. MK dropped to the ground as dust and dirt sprayed from the crash, but as he cracked open an eye the only thing he found was an non-destroyed mountain, his mentor frowning, and a person standing in the middle of a crater where the meteorite was supposed to be at.
MK shot up from the ground and leaned close to his mentor to whisper, "...uh….who is that?"
"...uh, crap, kid, they're..um, they were my-"
"Heyyyyy, monkey king! Did ya miss me?" Your voice carried a lot of weight as it echoed. You grinned widely while stepping out of the crater you formed, clenched hands trembling at your sides as your eyes sharply switched to the rando standing beside your teacher. "I sure as hell missed you…but, I didn't know that this duo became a trio…strange, right?"
Wukong rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "[Y/n], what a pleasant surprise! I didn't think you'd be-"
"Back so soon? Yeah, well, I'm just that good, aren't I?" You cut in as you stalked closer to the two. Wukong's loop-sided smile fell into a tight line as he took a step forward and kept himself between MK and the mysterious '[Y/n].'
Your smirk nearly faltered seeing the arm held out to keep whoever was beside him from harm's way. At least your mentor knew damn well how much of a threat you could be.
"It's just…finding the little tears and cracks in the sky made me think that I should pay my ol' pal a visit and see if he might need my help!" You crossed your arms over your chest before gesturing to the sky. "Though, it took me a while to get back since I was sent across the world for my training…it seems like everything is fixed up! I. Wonder. Why."
"Am I interrupting something…or…?" MK clutched the staff in his hands nervously as the '[Y/n]' person's gaze on him darkened. MK's eyes widened as he snapped his head to look at the monkey king while fuming, "Please don't tell me this is another one of your enemies coming back to bite you-"
"-Woah, woah, kiddo! It's nothing like that but…I dunno, why don't you ask our mentor, hm?" You watched in pleasure as the rando's scowl morphed into shock as he gazed at Wukong—who flinched at the sudden attention from both of his students. "I'm sure he has all the answers you're looking for."
"Give me two minutes," Wukong held out his hand toward you in an attempt for a merciful interlude to your much needed conversation. You blew air from your flared nostrils, but nodded at him and looked away while Wukong turned to MK.
"Who, what, where, and why?!"
"I'll give you the long version later, but right now all you need to know is that before I met you there was another person I was considering giving my staff to…and yeah," Wukong scratched the back of his head.
"Wuh-huh-what?! You were messing with another student when you were getting all up in my ass for having Macaque as my mentor?" MK exclaimed angrily.
"Let's not dwell on the past right now, just head home and we'll pick this up tomorrow alright?" Wukong chuckled nervously as he patted MK's shoulder and shoved his reluctant successor away. MK puffed his cheeks out as he prepared the staff to launch him into the sky, when he disappeared Wukong sighed and turned around slowly to face you.
As the air whizzed past and filled his ears with their whistles, MK's mind was filled with the image of you. Why did you come back now of all times? Were you just another enemy he would eventually have to defeat all over again?
MK's frown deepened as he glanced over his shoulder for a moment, conflict crossing his features. Maybe if he intervened this time…he won't have to go through with another saving the world fiasco if he could convince you to forgive the monkey king for whatever he did.
MK shook his head at the ridiculous thought, but the terror of not trying to prevent another disaster was eating away at him. MK groaned in frustration and ricocheted himself back toward the mountain he just left.
Honestly, he was sick and tired of the same routine. Peaceful, things go wrong, an old enemy of his mentor appears, the world is somehow ending, repeat, repeat repeat. Perhaps it was time he actually tried to prevent the bad things instead of being the cause of it--directly or indirectly.
MK landed on the side of the mountain, the staff stabbed into the earth as he stood on it to peek over the edge. Luckily enough, MK could clearly see Wukong and '[Y/n]' talking given by their exaggerated arm movements. MK leaned closer and strained his ear to listen in on the conversation.
"...didn't mean for this…"
"...why…n…enough?"
"No, no, your…jus…important…"
"What.....he ha... that I...don...ave..?"
“It's nothing that you don't have it's just…he's different and I made a m-” Wukong's voice rose just enough for MK to clearly hear him.
“Mistake? Ha…hahaha! So, so I'm a mistake now?”
“Shit, I worded that wrong, but you know what I mean!”
“I know what you meant! When were you even going to tell me that I was being replaced?”
“You're not…you're not being ‘replaced’ you're just…I-hey, who even told you this?”
“Does it really matter who told me?!”
MK winced as he reeled back at the shout that ripped from the stranger's throat, his brow creased with worry as Wukong approached them only for his hand to be slapped away. [Y/n]'s muffled sobs could be heard even from where MK was spying on them, but that wasn't the worst of it. The worst of it was when MK's eyes met with the teary-eyed gaze of the monkey king's first student.
Their eyes met for a brief moment, but in that moment MK could see so many things that were left unsaid swirling and burning in their eyes. MK didn't realize that he wasn't breathing until the ex-classmate of his turned away and left the same way they came from that ball of light.
Wukong stood there with his outstretched hand hanging in the air before it fell to his side.
"I am sooo going to get my ass kicked for this later."
Wukong looked down for a moment before tilting his head.
"You can come out now, kid."
MK climbed up and took a seat on the ground. Wukong, silently crossing his legs as he joined his successor, pinched the space between his eyes.
"I guess I should start at the beginning."
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#lego monkie kid#lmk x reader#gn reader#Wukong & reader#hurt/no comfort#post s5#spoilers I guess#??#??? i think
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Some days ago I made this post with some concept art, so here’s a little bit more info about my No Man’s Land! (Disclaimer about the details below the cut: I’m just an artist and in no way, shape or form a scientist, even less so an astrophysicist, so the chances of some of this info being wrong or dubious are very high lol)
Just as a little bit of context, Kepler-47 is an actual “solar system” with two host stars. We’ve been able to find three planets so far, and the outermost (47c) lies in the habitable zone. All three of them are gas giants (or rather “puffy giants” since they’re surprisingly not very dense and temperate).
I’m not gonna give too many details about the real 47c, I’ll leave that for the long post I’m working on (if I ever get to actually publish it, let’s be honest), but the only thing to keep in mind is that Nomans would be a moon orbiting this planet. Also, I decided that people would shorten “No Man’s Land” to “Nomans” overtime, which is the name I’m gonna be using. The question is: how do we call the people living there? Nomanians?
So here are the main points of my design!
-I’ve given 47c several other moons because I wanted it to match the canon as much as I could, and I think it might even help the stability of the orbits if they’re in a specific resonance? Idk, maybe an actual astrophysicist could give me some advice on this (please do)
-The interesting bit about trying to make it match the canon is that I had to make Nomans tidally locked to 47c just to have an excuse for why we never see the big planet on the sky. The idea would be that most of the Seeds ships crashed into the outer face of the moon, and since the other side, the one that’s always looking at 47c, has more extreme conditions precisely because of the influence of the host planet on it, not many people have ventured too much into these lands. At least until now…
-Speaking of the other moons, which one would be the best candidate for the Fifth Moon incident? (Spoiler alert for Maximum and ‘98: Knives forces Vash to use his Angel Arm and he ends up firing at the fifth moon, which leaves its surface marked with a big crater) We have two options: It could be one of the outer moons (the ones whose orbit is beyond that of Nomans) since those are the ones more likely to be present in the visible sky; or it could be Moon II, whose regolith would be launched into space from the blast and form the rings…
-The surface gravity is almost identical to ours here on Earth, although slightly lighter (9.66 m/s^2 compared to 9.8 m/s^2).
-Nomans is somewhat bigger than Mars but smaller than Earth.
-One day lasts for almost 27 hours, and one year would take almost 270 Nomanian days (I swear this was a coincidence). Also, a fun fact on which I’m basing the calendar system (still working on that): it takes 6.6 days for the two stars to orbit around each other. People probably noticed this and were like “Sure, that’s the seven days of the week if you ask me”, probably so that they didn’t have to figure out everything from scratch (I’d do the same). It would be fun to see different cities and places to develop their own weird and wonderful systems (not me spending several hours yesterday to understand all the Maya calendars and wondering what they would come up with in this alien planet moon…).
-And speaking about time, here’s a visual explanation on how the times of day work on the side facing 47c! I realized the other day that at noon the light would probably be tinted slightly red (or some other color, depending on the elements found on 47c’s atmosphere), just like it happens on our Moon when there’s a lunar eclipse. Please make as if you didn’t know this and let’s move on. Also, as a Spaniard I have the right to declare noon time in this part of the world the Sacred Siesta Period.
(Also, shout out to @norageonlypancakes because my main inspiration for these BGs is Chesley Bonestell, he was The Space Artist™️ of the 20th century and inspired so many people to become space nerds or even scientists!) (Also x2, thank you everyone for the lovely comments and tags on the previous post <3)
#trigun#vash the stampede#trigun stampede#trigun maximum#no man’s land#also reminder that this au is going to be very vashwood flavoured#and woowoo is going to be reincarnated because I need to#fix it#fix it au#nicholas d. wolfwood#vashwood#long post#astrophysics#concept art#exoplanets#Kepler-47#astronomy#circumbinary planets#planet design#neddea#my art#Trigun-47
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okay. Since I’ve been getting asks about it and I’m seeing some assumptions. let me just clarify something.
I call it the Amalgamation Crater for a reason. It is like one in the universe, but it is not a traditional crater.
It’s literally concave in the space between universes. There are no walls because one of the creators of the crater made it so that it is very unlikely to even *see* the dome that the forest is within.
There is a reason the scenery is all forest when I draw the Amalgamation Crater itself. There is a reason that the treetops show no sky.
#if youre unsure of a concept on here i beg you please just ask me.#i try not to be mad but its hard to when someone just assumes what something is.#amalgaverse#shepard/vian here!#crater info
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How often do you get updates on what Remus is up to in the crater? Have they done anything interesting recently?
i'm actually now a part of a research team that monitors RM-24423 (we no longer call it remus) and its behaviors through video footage from a camera it wears on a collar. i've been able to see a lot of what it gets up to and learn tons of new info about what its natural behaviors are! it spends a lot of time sleeping, but it's always amusing to see what kinds of things catch it off guard (my favorite are the floette). one time it spent 30 minutes off-and-on roaring at a greavard that was buried too close to it.
i'll be accompanying my research team to the great crater later this month in my capacity as both a researcher and a ranger, so i'll be able to do some in-person assessments of its condition then!
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Gerione (Ultrakill OC) reference masterpost just cause I don't know where else to post it :'>
I know there's a ton of problems with the info, especially knowing how Violence will generally look, but I came up with this boi before we got a single snapshot so uhhhhh I'm still keeping em as my dream 7-4 boss lmao
(Copy-pasted from its ArtFight page)
ULTRAKILL OC, a Hell Mass chimera and Supreme Demon, inspired by Dante's Inferno's Geryon, or Gerione in Italian. (it/they/him) From Wikipedia cause I'm lazy and words are hard: "Dante's Geryon is an image of fraud, combining human, bestial, and reptilian elements: Geryon is a "monster with the general shape of a wyvern but with the tail of a scorpion, hairy arms, a gaudily-marked reptilian body, and the face of a just and honest man". The pleasant human face on this grotesque body evokes the insincere fraudster whose intentions "behind the face" are all monstrous, cold-blooded, and stinging with poison.", but its purpose in the Divine Comedy is to transport Dante and Virgil from Violence to Fraud, by jumping on its back and it bringing them down the cliff/crater that separates the two layers. - Gerione is one of, if not the only hell mass demon capable of some sort of vocalization, being able to hiss, gurgle, and to some extent roar. - The inspirations for this... thing... were the Leviathan and Hideous Mass from Ultrakill, the Bell Gargoyles from Dark Souls 1, and for the sounds I imagined it would make, the Kaiwhekea from Path Of Titans (specifically when out of the water) - I classified it as Supreme Demon since it's the same class as Leviathan, and I imagined Gerione being the final boss of Violence, in 7-4. - The arena where Gerione awaits the player is an amphitheatre/semi-circle shaped cave on the edge of a dark pit. Said pit is shrouded in darkness, and somewhere in there lies the elevator shaft to the Fraud layer. Beating (or befriending) Gerione is the only way to gain access to the 8th layer. - Its fight is optional (like the Ferryman's). To fight it, one must simply shoot it (punching or slamming it doesn't trigger the fight) To avoid the fight, one the player has to jump onto Gerione's back and stand on its hip, where there's a stone seat/saddle. This will lock the player's movement, Gerione will then stand up, turn around, roar once, after which the darkness in the pit will dissipate enough to reveal the red door to the next layer, and Gerione will jump into it, with the player on its back. This will end the fight and the level, and will also complete the challenge for the level. - In fight, Gerione is really agile and often zips and jumps around, taking stabs at the player to then back away. Its signature attack is a charged tail thrust, where if the hit connects, it'll deal 25 damage on hit and proc the Bleeding effect, where the player will recieve 4, 10 damage hits in the span of 3 seconds. The attack can be dodged with a well timed dash, and is parriable. Other attacks include a 3-hit combo of slash-slash-bite (last bite is parriable), a downwards slam/slash with its front paw (parriable), a tail swipe (parriable), a quick series of 3 charges that cover the majority of the arena (not parriable), and an attack in which Gerione moves in a semi-circle (clock-wise), attacking first with a bite, then with a quick kick leading into a hop, setting some distance from the player. Parrying the first bite cancels the attack and makes Gerione flinch. - Gabriel is very fond of it and treats it like a big puppy, Gerione heccin loves it and is all for it (chuff chuffs when it gets pat pats) - it name jerryy
#ultrakill#gerione the big hell puppy#ultrakill oc#keeping this to dump references into#gerione#ultrakill oc gerione#akans art
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Hypotrachyna rockii
This foliose lichen has irregular, sublinear lobes with lobulate margins and plane to convex apices. The upper surface is whitish gray and often wrinkled and cracked. It has laminal, crater-like soralia full of farinose or granular soredia. The lower surface is black with brown edges, and has scattered black rhizines. It rarely produces apothecia, which have a crenulate or sorediate margin and a brown disc. H. rockii grows on pine bark in montane forests in the neotropics and east Africa.
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#lichen#lichens#lichenology#lichenologist#mycology#ecology#biology#symbiosis#symbiotic organisms#algae#life science#environmental science#natural science#nature#naturalist#beautiful nature#weird nature#Hypotrachyna rockii#Hypotrachyna#I'm lichen it#lichen a day#daily lichen post#lichen subscribe#go outside#take a hike#look for lichens
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Clegan Astronaut AU - Part 10
Masterpost Read on AO3
AU Summary: the boys as modern day NASA astronauts. Taking place in 2025, Bucky is about to head to the moon as mission commander of Artemis III while Buck is CAPCOM at NASA. Established relationship (obnoxiously in love).
Author's Note: Since some of you were interested in exactly how accurate some of this is, fyi the experiments Curt and Bucky implement here, LEAF and LDA, are real experiment proposals that have been selected to fly on Artemis III. Not much info is available on them though, so much of their installation processes are made up by yours truly.
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November 18, mission day 12 Ridge near Shackleton Crater, Artemis 3 Landing Site
It’s raining.
At least, Bucky imagines it is. He imagines that there’s dark clouds rolling in overhead, pops of electricity jumping across them, flashing through the sky. He imagines he can hear thunder rumbling, a breeze ruffling through his hair the same way it did on launch day, when he stood outside and stared at the sky, no one to say goodbye to. He imagines big, fat drops of rain hitting his face, splattering on the tip of his nose and streaking down his cheeks.
He can almost smell it, the damp earth scent of a hurricane mixing with the salty air blowing in from the gulf. Home. He can almost feel it, just out of reach.
Bucky opens his eyes. He has half a mind to close them again when faced with the reality that it is not, in fact, raining. But he sighs, deciding he can’t really complain, even if he misses something so simple as weather. The lunar horizon is a decent trade-off. He just kind of wishes it wasn’t so still all the time. It reminds him of survival training in the desert, when the only movement was the heat radiating up from the ground, creating a teasing mirage to goad his dehydrated brain. Except here, there’s not an atmosphere to do even that.
It’s their third full day on the lunar surface.
“Is it raining in Houston, Benny?”
There’s a brief pause. “Is that… some sort of code, or…?”
Bucky thinks for a moment, and then realizes that his words did, in fact, sound similar to ‘are the flowers blooming in Houston,’ a coded transmission from Apollo 13. That’s what Commander Jim Lovell said in order to ask Ken Mattingly, on CAPCOM, if he’d contracted the measles, exposure to which had caused Mattingly to be scrubbed from 13 at the last minute.
“No,” Bucky clarifies. “Just wanna know if it’s raining.”
There’s another brief silence while, Bucky assumes, Benny asks if anyone knows the weather outside of their windowless Mission Control room. He doesn’t bother to ask Bucky why he wants to know. All the CAPCOMs have quickly figured out it’s easier just to answer whatever bullshit question the astronauts ask. “No. It’s colder than usual, though. Only 46 degrees now.”
Bucky’s satisfied with that answer, and he’s not really sure why. He imagines Gale, who at this moment is probably just waking up in their home on the bay. Since it’s cold, he’ll be bundled in flannel pants and Bucky’s Yankees sweatshirt, which is just the slightest bit too big for him and hangs off his frame in a way that makes Bucky want to wrap him up tight in his arms. He might even have a throw blanket pulled around his shoulders as he wanders groggily through the house. Bucky doesn’t know how that man doesn’t overheat, but he knows all too well that Gale’s hands are always freezing. Bucky usually takes it upon himself to warm them up.
Two huskies are probably trailing at Gale’s heels. Bucky hopes they keep his hands warm.
He wonders if that’s a weird thing to think about. He decides it’s not. He mindlessly grabs at the wedding ring dangling from his neck, only to remember that he’s in an EVA suit. His ring is in Starship.
“Quit whatever the fuck you’re doin’ and help me out over here, Bucky.”
Bucky blinks and tries to turn his head to look at Curt, and then remembers that that doesn’t work in the suit either. He awkwardly turns his whole body before bounding several steps towards his crewmate, who is standing beside their rover. That’s the only way to move on the moon, bounding. Bucky used to mimic the movement as a kid, pretending to be Neil Armstrong in his backyard. But he’s learned in the past few days that it’s actually, literally, the only way to get anywhere in these bulky suits with almost no gravity to hold them down. Especially while they’re still early on in the EVA. The pressure in the suit is almost as high as it goes and inhibits their range of motion.
“What’s up?” Bucky stops in front of the open, unpressurized rover. They may be the first Artemis crew members on the moon, but as far as transportation goes, they drew the short straw. Starting with Artemis 4, surface crews will have a fully pressurized rover for long-distance drives. Bucky and Curt get basically the same piece of shit (sorry, NASA) that Apollo got, but bigger and supposedly less shoddy.
That last qualification has yet to be proven. Curt drops to his knees by the front left wheel. “Hold the damn tire while I replace the lug nuts.”
Bucky joins him on the ground and holds the tire in place. During their EVA yesterday, they took the rover on its inaugural drive, and that damn wheel is already causing them problems. But hey, at least they have the equivalent of a truck bed for hauling things.
Except, you need functioning wheels to haul things.
He grumbles about it the whole time, but Curt manages to get the wheel secured, though he’s still suspicious of it. “Well, good as we’re gonna get.”
Bucky stands back and stares at the wheel, agreeing that it’s still not quite right. But whatever it is is beyond what they can fix at the moment. So Bucky steps onto the rover, turns it on, and drives it forward. Curt takes a couple of bounding steps to catch up, jumps on beside Bucky, and they get on their way. It’s drivable, so they’ll take it.
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“Oh shit. Fuck. Shit.” Bucky tries to reverse the rover, then tries to go forward again. Reverse, forward, reverse, forward. “Fuck.”
“Shit?” Rosie’s voice buzzes in Bucky’s ear. He and Alex are well on their way into deep space, approaching the furthest point in their orbit.
“Why the fuck are you here? Don’t ya have observations or somethin’ you could be doin'?”
“This is so much more interesting.”
Bucky has gotten the front left wheel of the rover stuck between two rocks. They’re not even very big rocks, so it’s embarrassing in that same kind of way as when you get your hand into a small space but then can’t get it back out.
It’s also the same wheel that he and Curt just fixed. Curt looks on, judgmentally. “If you break that wheel again I’ll murder you with a hammer.”
Brutal. Bucky’s mouth moves on autopilot, like a parrot repeating something unhelpful, as he conducts a pathetic million-point turn, shifting the angle of the tire by mere degrees every time he changes gears. “If iron can kill a star it sure as hell can kill you.”
There’s a pretty lengthy silence as Bucky continues his sad attempt at getting out of this predicament. Personally, he’s thinking about how, at this point, it would be faster to walk to their destination. Everyone else, however, is still hung up on his little proverb.
“What the hell does that mean?” Alex finally asks. Oh great, he’s here, too. Witnessing Bucky’s failure.
“It’s something Buck says,” Benny offers helpfully. “Something about stars dying when they start fusing iron.”
There’s a chorus of understanding hums that rise and then trail off as everyone realizes that it still doesn’t really make sense.
Alex: “Is that… a threat?”
Curt: “Can it be a threat if no one knows what he’s sayin’?”
Rosie: “Kinda makes it more of a threat, doesn’t it?”
Alex: “I don’t usually know what Buck is sayin’.”
Curt: “That’s just cause he don’t say much.”
Alex: “Or he’s too smart for us.” The others make noises of agreement. Major Gale Cleven. Mr. High school valedictorian, graduated summa cum laude with a degree in aerospace engineering and a minor in physics. Whatever.
Bucky: “Got it!”
The rover lurches forward, nearly throwing Curt, completely unprepared, off the side. He reaches out at the last second to grab Bucky’s arm, and for a moment it seems like they both might take a dirt bath on the moon, but Bucky holds tight to the steering wheel and keeps them both on their feet as he drives triumphantly into the distance.
They’re heading in a straight line towards the sun on the horizon, and in Bucky’s mind they’re cruising at high speed like Thelma and Louise (though, ideally, not off a cliff). In reality, they’re bumping along pretty slowly towards a little greenhouse that’s going to house their little plants for their cute little moon experiment.
Bucky parks the rover outside of the greenhouse. They spent much of the day yesterday setting it up, flipping NASA’s assembly directions this way and that as they tried to make sense of them like a piece of IKEA furniture. It’s kind of laughable, how such an unassuming little structure can look so damn out of place. It’s not even pressurized, having to do nothing but stay standing and block some of the solar radiation. It reminds Bucky of the Wizard of Oz, as if a tornado just picked a greenhouse up off the Earth’s surface and deposited it in the middle of the moonscape, where it sticks out like a sore thumb.
He steps down off the rover and walks around the back, where their first experimental payload is sitting on the bed. “LEAF” is printed across it in huge letters, and underneath, “Lunar Effects on Agricultural Flora.”
Curt meets Bucky at the back of the rover and pulls down the little cart they’d brought with them. Together, they heave LEAF off the bed and onto the cart and wheel it, inelegantly and with a lot of swearing, to the door of the greenhouse.
“Okay, you go in, I’ll cover you.” Curt steps aside and presses his back to the greenhouse wall, holding his hands together in front of him in what Bucky assumes is supposed to be an approximation of a handgun. The effect is lost with the EVA gloves.
Bucky glares at him – though that effect is also lost through an EVA helmet – as he opens the door and struggles to drag the cart over the threshold. “You’re an idiot.”
“I’m your idiot.”
Benny chuckles over coms. “Don’t let Buck hear you say that.”
“Buck ain’t here,” Curt says.
There’s a crackle, and then a warm, tired drawl. “Buck’s right here.” Bucky’s got no idea what time it is – that’ll happen when the sun stays basically in the same spot all day – but Mission Control must be in the middle of a shift change.
Curt: “Shit, our cover’s blown.” He lowers his hands and steps away from the wall.
Bucky: “Hey babe.”
Gale: “I’m watching you, Curt… Hi, John.” John smiles. It’s not darling or babe, but he grudgingly accepts Gale’s insistence on trying to speak professionally on shift. Even if Bucky refuses to do so.
Curt: “Actually, you’re only listenin’ to me.”
Benny: “That’s my cue to leave, boys. Have fun with your plants.”
Curt: “I will, thank you very much.”
Curt finally decides he’s had enough of watching Bucky struggle on his own and grabs onto the back of the cart, giving it a good shove that sends it the rest of the way into the greenhouse, narrowly avoiding knocking Bucky on his ass.
Curt: “Hey, Buck, wanna know what else I’ll have fun with?”
Gale: “No.”
Curt: “Bein’ Bucky’s big spoon since you ain’t here.”
Bucky: “Buck’s the little spoon. So that means you gotta be my little spoon.”
Silence.
Bucky wonders how hard Gale is blushing, and how many people just turned to stare at him in Mission Control. He wonders how many of them will start calling him Little Spoon, at least for the day. He feels a little bad. But only a little. Everyone’s always told him that he doesn’t have a filter, so it isn’t his fault that Gale married him anyways.
Gale: “I want you to know, the only reason I’m not gonna give you both the silent treatment is because it’s my job to keep you alive.”
It’s a good thing Bucky won’t be home for dinner tonight, or any night in the near future, because he’s pretty sure Gale “everything you say is being transcribed” Cleven would give him the silent treatment for embarrassing him like that.
Gale: “Get to work, boys.”
Bucky’s not sure exactly how LEAF works, but they’ve been tasked with it anyways. It’s a little space-age terrarium straight out of a sci-fi movie that’s being housed within the greenhouse structure. Inside is an enclosed growth chamber, in which a few different crop species that Bucky has quite frankly never heard of are supposed to grow hydroponically. The chamber protects them from the lunar environment, allowing NASA to study the effects of space radiation and partial gravity on plant growth and stress.
Bucky and Curt have been instructed to give the seeds inside LEAF water and nutrients through some elaborate external insertion mechanism as well as monitor their progress every day. By the end of the week, they’ll hopefully be able to harvest some of the faster-growing plants.
Once LEAF is in place, Curt sets to work ripping strips of duct tape off the roll he keeps strapped to his EVA suit. He sticks them on the glass above each crop species and labels them: Duckweed, Field Mustard, and Thale-Cress. Bucky is setting up the cameras and sensors they were instructed to deploy around it. Gale is grudgingly forced to speak to them – and act nice about it – so he can relay instructions on what the fuck they’re supposed to do.
“Is it working now?” Bucky asks. He’s spent far too long trying to get this one specific camera in front of the growth chamber to record.
“No,” Gale answers. “Did you turn it on?”
“Yes I fuckin’ turned it on.” Bucky crouches in front of the camera and gets as close to it as his helmet will allow. “Wait. wait wait wait.” He presses another button. “Okay now it’s on.”
Gale stays quiet for a moment, presumably waiting for video feed to pop up in Mission Control. “We see it now, Bucky.”
“Alright,” Curt says. “Let’s grow some moon plants!”
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Thankfully, Gale doesn’t follow through with his threat of the silent treatment even after he finishes his shift and hands the console over to Helen. Thirty minutes after leaving Mission Control, he’s tucked into a small room at Johnson Space Center that they’ve designated “the Family Room,” where NASA has a direct two-way audio/video line set up for Artemis astronauts to talk to their family members, even on the moon. His tie is loose, top buttons undone, and his hair gel has given up. Exhausted, he takes a sip of his coffee. His… fourth? Fifth? Of the day? Maybe?
Bucky has told him time and again that if he drank alcohol the same way he drinks coffee, he wouldn’t be sober a day in his life.
With Curt off in another corner of the lander, headphones on as he watches a movie downloaded on his NASA-issued computer, Bucky is in his commander’s seat. He’s looking back at Gale through the webcam on his own computer, for once able to talk to each other with some semblance of privacy. And they can see each other.
When the video call first connected, the first words out of Bucky’s mouth were that Gale looked like shit. Gale glared at him until Bucky rolled his eyes and gave him a more appropriate greeting. Then, and only then, did Gale drop the iciness and take the opportunity to talk to his husband.
“So you know how in The Martian they say once you grow crops somewhere you’ve colonized it?” Gale’s not entirely sure what part of their present conversation – about their elderly neighbor, Mrs. Mason’s suspected torrid affair – caused Bucky to ask this question.
To be honest, though, the ability, as CAPCOM, to disregard the why of an astronaut’s question and simply follow up without a second thought, is a trained skill. And Bucky has always been the only training Gale needs. “Pretty sure that’s not just from The Martian.”
Bucky narrows his eyes and shrugs. “Okay. But yeah?”
Gale nods. “Okay.”
“Are we colonizing the moon?”
“No.”
Bucky eyes Gale suspiciously and leans closer to the camera. “Why?”
Gale sighs and leans back in his chair, thinking about it for a moment. “Shouldn’t the plants be in the lunar soil to call it colonized? Yours are growing hydroponically above the surface. And they haven’t grown yet.”
“Are you just sayin’ that cause you’re still mad at me?” Bucky knew he wouldn’t escape his ‘little spoon’ comment unscathed.
Gale lifts his coffee cup and takes a sip to hide his smile.
They sit in a familiar and comfortable silence for a moment before Bucky runs a hand through his hair and leans back. “I wish you could see this, Buck. I wish you were here with me.”
“I’m with you,” Gale reminds him.
“You know what I mean.”
Bucky glances out the window of Starship, and he looks so wistful and beautiful. His eyes are wide with love and wonder, at the beautiful alien world around him on one side of the camera and at the wonderful man that keeps his world turning on the other. He looks excited with a child-like awe, just like he looked on the station. Just like he looks every time he flies a plane. Just like he looked so often in college when Gale was still falling in love with him bit by bit. And just like he looked on their wedding day. That same wild wanderlust and love for the universe that has always blown Gale away.
When Bucky looks at him again, Gale says, “Tell me about it.” He’s been right there with the crew almost every step of the way. He knows the mission plan inside and out. He’s seen the footage they’ve taken and he’s heard their reactions to almost every milestone. But he wants to hear it from Bucky. Not from Mission Commander Major John Egan.
Bucky grins at him. “It’s like a dream, Buck. Like… nothing I’ve ever seen. It’s better than I thought it would be.”
“Even the whole being stuck in a space capsule and you die if you leave it without a suit thing?”
Bucky shrugs. “If I had to die, the moon isn’t a bad place to do it.”
He knows he made a mistake the moment the words are out of his mouth, and he’s not usually one to admit that. But he watches Gale deflate, his brow crinkle as he works his jaw and looks away from the camera. “Don’t say that,” Gale whispers at the same time that Bucky raises his hand and says “Sorry, not the time.”
Bucky knows that Gale is a little scared, no matter how much he tries to hide it from everyone else. He won’t say it out loud, and he would hate it if Bucky did. So Bucky doesn’t. He’d be afraid, too, if the roles were switched. And one day they will be. Gale gives a curt nod to his apology, and they don’t speak of it again.
“The sun is always so low in the sky,” Bucky says instead. “Like you’re always waitin’ for it to rise but it never does. The shadows are something out of a nightmare, I swear to God. They’re huge and fuckin’ dark. We use flashlights to walk through them. You know that.” He tells Gale every detail he can think of about what it’s like on the moon. The way the shadows streak the landscape like spilled ink. The way the soil feels under his boots, sinking and crunching at the same time like the sharpest grains of sand. The way Earth looks so small and unassuming, how peaceful it seems even though they know it’s anything but, a little blue oasis in the middle of a dark universe. He tells Gale that he looks at that planet in the lunar sky every night before he sleeps, and he thinks about him. Gale was right, after all. He is sappy. At least about his husband.
He tells him about the parts of the EVAs that Gale missed, when Benny was CAPCOM instead. He talks about the rover breaking not even a full day into its life cycle, the tire somehow coming clean off when it got caught on a rock and causing Bucky to tumble into the dirt (“I’m fine! Gale, I’m fine. Benny would’ve told you if I wasn’t fine”). He talks about the strange rock formation that he and Curt found yesterday morning – several giant boulders stacked on top of one another in a way that doesn’t look a) natural, or b) balanced. Then they start discussing the other experimental payloads that Curt and Bucky are scheduled to install in the coming days, but they quickly agree that talking shop can wait until they’re actually working.
When Gale yawns and rubs his eyes, looking distractedly off to the side, Bucky frowns. “Hey, doll, look at me.” Gale blinks and then does as he’s told, lazily tilting his head and raising his eyebrow in a way that says ‘happy?’ Bucky wants to reach through the screen and brush back the loose strands of hair that have fallen over his forehead. “You’d tell me if you weren’t okay, right?”
Gale huffs and nods, allowing the smallest smile. “Yeah, darlin’. I’d tell you. Just tired as hell.”
“Promise?”
“Cross my heart.”
As their call comes to an end, they spend a minute or two simply staring at each other, taking each other in. Neither of them know when, or if, they’ll be able to schedule another call like this during the mission.
“Stay safe out there,” Gale finally says. “Don’t do anything stupid.”
Bucky wants to say ‘don’t count on it,’ flash a shit-eating grin, like they used to before either of them did anything remotely dangerous. It’s their little morbid joke. Their way of dealing with the uncertainty and worry without having to think too much about it.
But he knows this time is different. This mission isn’t like the others, and there’s no use pretending it is. Looking at Gale, seeing how exhausted he is and knowing how tirelessly he’s working on the ground, how much sleep he’s probably losing between his job and worrying about Bucky… hell, Bucky can’t bring himself to say it. He doesn’t want to risk making his husband’s face fall again today.
So instead, he says a quiet, “I miss you.” It makes the corner of Gale’s mouth pull up in a sweet little smile, and Bucky thinks he did something right.
Gale presses his fingers to the corner of the camera. “I love you.”
“Talk to you tomorrow, angel.”
–
When Gale gets home that evening, he grabs the mail out of their mailbox. Flipping through the various advertisements and envelopes, he stops short at the front door. Tucked into the middle is a piece of paper with unfamiliar, messy handwriting scrawled across it.
“Praying the queer dies on the moon.”
Gale stares down at the message, then glances up and down their quiet, friendly neighborhood street. They’ve lived here for a few years now, since before Gale’s ISS mission. They’ve gotten to know their neighbors well. Other than Benny, who lives at the end of the road, it’s mostly a collection of young families – many of which are associated with the space center in some way – and retirees who have never been anything but kind to Gale and John. Everyone has always been very neighborly, and Gale would go so far as to call most of them friends. They have dinners together, throw a block party here and there, do the usual neighborly favors for one another. Hell, Gale’s even babysat for some of the families from time to time. John taught a couple of the kids how to ride a bike.
Certainly, none of them have ever expressed something like this, and Gale doesn’t believe for a moment that this message came from anyone around here. He has half a mind to go next door and ask Mrs. Mason if she saw anyone stick this in his mailbox. Aside from the fact that Gale is fairly certain the widow is having an affair with a much younger married man, she’s always looked out for him and John. She also takes it upon herself to play neighborhood watch and always seems to know everything about everyone on their street. If anyone saw this happen, it’s her. But he doesn’t want to worry her, and he certainly doesn’t want her telling their other neighbors about it.
He’s done a decent job of avoiding the worst comments on social media, mostly because he barely goes on social media unless Marge tells him he needs to keep up his online presence. He knows the naysayers are still out there, though. And now it’s crossed the digital line.
If we’re lucky, the fag…
Disgusted, Gale grits his teeth, crumples the paper, and tosses it straight into the recycle bin with the rest of the junk mail. He takes a breath and tries to push down the anger. Then he walks into his house, the one he shares with his wonderful, brave husband, and he laughs as the dogs rush to greet him.
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November 19
It’s close to 3am in Houston. Benny’s desk is littered with empty coffee cups, gum wrappers, and an empty takeout container from what he supposes is technically lunch. Meals don’t make as much sense when your work schedule is from midnight to 8am. Nothing makes as much sense when your work schedule is from midnight to 8am. He finds it funny: he used to eat tacos at 3am when he was in college, but that was a product of burning the candle at both ends rather than working the night shift. Night shift for NASA Mission Control.
Except, it’s not technically night shift either, because according to GMT, the time zone that Mission Control and the crew operate on, it’s actually nearing 8am. Which is a far less acceptable time for eating tacos.
The crew has been awake for two hours now. This morning’s wake-up alarm on Starship was Hot To Go by Chappell Roan. No one has admitted to choosing that song yet, but most people are betting on Curt. Benny, however, thinks it was all Bucky. He has to admit, there are few things funnier at 1am than a room full of extensively trained, highly professional, and terribly exhausted flight controllers in business clothes singing “H-O-T-T-O-G-O, You can take me hot to go” over and over.
“Missing the wife, Egan?” Benny asked once Bucky had shut off the alarm. There was quiet snickering from the flight controllers behind him. Bucky didn’t dignify that with a response.
Gale really doesn’t know what he’s missing with these wake-up calls.
While Rosie and Alex are nearing apolune, the point in their orbit farthest from the moon, Bucky and Curt are now out on the lunar surface once again. They’re just about 15 minutes into their morning EVA, which is scheduled for 5 hours. Their first stop is checking in on LEAF.
Bucky: “Is that…”
Curt: “Yes.”
Bucky: “Hi there.”
The flight controllers look at the video feed in awe.
Inside the growth chamber, two little seedlings have sprouted, tiny green leaves reaching up towards the sunlight. No matter how small, there’s something about seeing life take root in an environment designed to take life away that feels extraordinary.
–
40 minutes in, and Curt and Bucky have driven the rover further out from Starship than they’ve gone thus far. That busted wheel is holding, but they’ve brought a repair kit with them, not liking the way it rattles here and there over the uneven terrain. “Ain’t no Triple A on the moon,” Curt had said as he tossed the kit into the rover. Then he looked at Bucky a little too pointedly. “But don’t think for a second that this is permission to do somethin’ stupid.”
Either way, they made it to the other side of the connecting ridge next to Shackleton, and the rover is still intact. They’re surveying the surface, trying to hash out where they should install their second of three scientific instruments. The Lunar Dielectric Analyzer (LDA) is meant to use electric currents in the soil to detect the presence of water ice below the surface. The astronauts are also collecting soil samples for the geologists back home, dumping dusty regolith into bags and labeling them with their coordinates.
In the pitch black shadow of the connecting ridge, they have to work by flashlight. They were instructed to check a variety of sites, both light and dark, but they’re starting with the ones that receive less sunlight, since they’re colder and more likely to have the right conditions for ice to exist. Shackleton itself was identified by scientists as having ice deposits, making the ridge an ideal mission site. However, short of rappelling into the crater, which they will not be doing, this is the closest they can get to those known deposits at the moment. Bucky is closer to the crater, up on an incline with the rover, while Curt is further down, about 60 or 70 yards away.
“Note,” Bucky says. “Site B, sharp gray dust that won’t get the fuck off my gloves.”
“Hey, that’s what I have at site C!” Curt exclaims. He pops up in the distance, shining his flashlight up towards Bucky. Bucky shines his back, and Curt waves.
Bucky: “Houston, site B doesn’t seem any more promising than A, and I don’t like this incline. Thinkin’ we should stick to flatter surfaces.”
Benny: “Roger. We will eliminate site B as an option.”
Bucky: “Okay, I’m gonna head back down to Curt.”
Bucky steps up onto the rover and turns it on, waiting for the headlights to flicker to life. Then he eases into drive, and starts to slowly descend the slope.
–
Benny sips on his coffee and jots down a few notes about the LDA candidate sites. They’ll have to make a decision in the next hour or so in order to stay on track with the EVA schedule. But with the issues they’ve been having with the rover, he doesn’t want to rush them along too much.
“Bucky, how’s that rover wheel doin’?”
“Seems fine,” Bucky replies, but Benny doesn’t like the hint of uncertainty coming through. “Still seems off, but goin’ smoother than it was.”
“I’ll check it when you get down here,” Curt says. “Might just need tightened again.”
Benny makes a note for Red Shift that they’ll have to build in time to troubleshoot that wheel a little better during the afternoon EVA. He relays the thought to Red Bowman, the Blue Shift flight director. He agrees.
“Alright Bucky,” Benny says. “We’ll get you guys some time to work on that wheel this afternoon. For now just take it easy and-”
“Fuck!”
“Bucky?”
Benny hears Bucky’s breath catch, followed by a few aggravated grunts, and then silence.
What the fuck just happened?
“Bucky?” Benny glances around the room. Red and several of the other flight controllers are doing the same, many looking right at him. He blinks and looks at his console. His own heart rate is creeping up. “John? John, do you copy?”
Nothing.
He pushes his chair back and gets to his feet. He doesn’t know why, but he can’t stand sitting down all of a sudden. He tries to keep his voice steady as he watches the seconds tick by on the mission clock. “John, come in John.”
“Flight?” Smokey, the Blue Shift flight surgeon, looks first to Red, and then to Benny. All three of them are on their feet, forming a triangle that stretches across Mission Control as they stare at each other in alarm. The rest of the room is silent.
Smokey looks down at his console. “Major Egan’s vitals are all over the place. His suit pressure-”
Benny is suddenly aware of a very faint beeping noise coming in over Bucky’s coms. A suit alarm.
He’s very worried, just for a moment, that he might pass out.
–
From where he’s kneeling in the darkness of the ridge, Curt can hardly see anything. Since the moon has no atmosphere for sound to travel through, he also can’t hear anything other than the voices over coms. He scrambles to his feet the moment he hears Bucky yell “Fuck.” One word, but the tone in which it’s said is all too familiar to Curt, a fellow pilot. It’s a tone that’s, all at once, as horrified as it is resigned. The moment you know you’re going down and there’s essentially nothing you can do about it.
His flashlight beam barely goes far enough for him to make anything out for certain, but he can see glinting metal flashing through the darkness. Its pattern isn’t consistent enough to be the rover easing down the slope like it’s supposed to.
He squints, watching it for a few more seconds, before he says “Oh god.” The rover is tumbling end over end down the slope, and part of him can’t help but think how wrong it is that there’s no crashing sounds, no sound of metal banging and bending. It’s just quiet. Like a silent movie. Benny’s in his ear, trying to get John to respond, and Curt realizes that, wherever John is, he can’t respond. John’s not going to respond. And he knows he needs to tell Mission Control what he’s seeing, but there’s not enough room in his brain for that. All he can think is run.
So he fucking runs.
His boots slip and slide in the regolith as he takes awkward, bounding steps up the slope, too much effort for not enough gain. His suit is still stiff, keeping him from bending his joints enough to run, but he has to. He has to.
Smokey must note that his heart rate is spiking, because Benny’s saying “Curt, are you okay? You’re using too much oxygen.”
“I’m not concerned about my fuckin’ oxygen,” he growls. The slope is getting steeper, and he starts stumbling over his own feet after about 20 yards. The beam of his flashlight is shaking uncontrollably, but he can see the metal of the rover somewhere ahead, reflecting the light. It’s finally come to a stop, about 15 more yards away.
He hears Benny ask, “Curt, do you have visual?”
“Uh huh.” That’s all he gives them, trudging on even as the loose dust and rock under his feet falls away, making it near impossible to get anywhere. He’s practically running in place like a damn cartoon. He slips and goes down on his knees, catching himself with his hands. His flashlight tumbles away and he lunges to grab it before he gets himself lost in the darkness. “Fuck fuck fuck.”
He rips a piece of duct tape off the roll looped to his EVA suit and uses it to secure the flashlight to his shoulder. He adds a few more pieces over top, ensuring it’ll stay, and then he drags himself to his feet again. He’s breathing too hard. He knows with sudden clarity that if he doesn’t get himself under control, he won’t have enough oxygen to get back, just like Benny said. And if he can’t get back, he can’t save John.
He takes one more deep breath and then forces himself to calm down.
Benny is still saying John’s name.
When Curt finally makes it to the rover, though, he knows there isn’t going to be an answer. All there is is a quiet beeping noise buzzing around Curt’s brain like a fly.
The rover is on its side but, somehow, miraculously, still on, headlights shining into the shadowed unknown. That stupid left wheel is laying flat on the ground right beside it. All of the materials they’d packed, including the LDA payload and the repair kit, are scattered across the slope, and Bucky…
Bucky is lying on the ground, face up and half under the rover. When Curt gets to him, he drops to his knees and puts one hand on Bucky’s shoulder. With the other hand, he rips the duct taped flashlight off his suit and shines it on his commander’s face. “Bucky?” he whispers, even though he knows it’s useless.
Bucky’s eyes are closed, and Curt can’t tell if he’s breathing or not. He realizes that the quiet, incessant beeping he’s hearing over coms is an alarm from Bucky’s EVA suit. In the glow of the flashlight, he sees something dark glistening inside Bucky’s helmet, above and behind his head. After a second, he realizes that it’s blood, seeping through his com cap. It's smeared across his forehead, too, trailing down his temple.
For all the oxygen he was using before, Curt can barely breathe, now. “Benny?”
“Is he awake, Curt?”
Curt freezes, trying to sort through that question. Is he awake means he’s not dead. Houston still has his vitals. He’s not dead.
Curt swallows and clenches his jaw. “Benny, we have a big, big problem.”
–
Alive. He’s alive. He’s alive.
For how much longer?
Benny is forced to remain calm, something he’s familiar with as a pilot. It’s just, usually, as a pilot, your crew members aren’t on another planetary body hundreds of thousands of miles away.
But he works through it anyway. Work the problem. Work the fucking problem.
He guides Curt through getting the rover righted, through pulling Bucky’s unconscious body away from the wreckage, through tracking down the repair kit, through reattaching the wheel. He’ll barely remember any of this by tomorrow. He barely remembers any of it now.
He looks at Red across the room as a horrible, urgent thought strikes him right in the chest. “We have to tell Gale before Red Shift comes in.”
Usually, when an astronaut gets hurt on the moon, they wait until the situation is under control to contact the family. It’s just, usually, when there’s an astronaut involved, the family members aren’t scheduled to come in for a Mission Control shift in two hours.
Red's eyes lock on him, and Benny sees them widen almost imperceptibly. He nods. They both know: it has to be Benny. There’s no other choice. Red turns to the nearest flight controller and grabs them by the arm. “Get Helen here. Now.”
–
It’s raining.
Fat, heavy drops pounding on the roof of the house in Nassau Bay. Pops of electricity flash through the sky, jumping from cloud to cloud, and the smell of damp Earth mixes with the salty air blowing in from the Gulf.
But none of these are what wake Gale Cleven.
It’s not even the dogs, with their wet noses and hopeful eyes and insistent whines. Instead, it’s a gentle hand shaking his shoulder. John?
No, not John. Can’t be John.
“Buck, wake up.” The voice is calm and low and yet… sad. There’s only two other people with a key to this house. One of them is Marge, and the other… shouldn’t be here either.
Gale opens his eyes and stares out the window into the eerie, rainy night. Slowly, he turns his head to squint at Benny in the dim light of his bedside lamp. “Benny? Why…? Am I-”
Why are you here? Am I late? Did I oversleep? That’s not like myself. It’s still dark outside.
These are all thoughts that don’t make it out of his mouth, stuck in the quicksand of his brain as he groggily turns his head and looks at the clock on the bedside table. It’s only 5am. He wasn’t even planning to get up until 5:30.
He stares blankly at the time for a few solid seconds, trying to understand, before his entire world comes to a screeching halt. If Benny’s here…
Benny would’ve told you if I wasn’t okay.
Gale’s heart starts pounding before he feels like it drops clear out of his chest, nausea rising to take its place. His lungs stop taking in air, and his hands scramble at the bedsheets as he tries to sit up straight.
No.
Benny’s hand slides off Gale’s shoulder in his panicked movement, and the disappearance of that warm, comforting touch is another shock to Gale’s system. He’s untethered. A feeling of loss swells through him as he looks up at his friend.
Benny is looking down at the floor, though, avoiding eye contact. He isn’t saying anything.
The room spins.
No.
When Benny looks up again, Gale is staring back at him with the widest, most horror-stricken eyes, sitting there, looking exhausted and confused and wrecked and frightened, gripping too hard at the fabric of the old Yankees sweatshirt that Benny knows doesn't smell like Bucky anymore. Benny’s own heart breaks into pieces. He wants to fall apart right there and then, but he can’t. It's his job not to. Instead, he sits there calmly on the edge of the bed, puts his hand back on Gale’s shoulder, and he realizes that there’s a faint trembling there.
He takes a deep breath as he looks Gale in the eye.
“No,” Gale whispers. He shakes his head. His breath starts coming back in slow and shallow spurts, like his body is trying to boycott oxygen until he knows that his other half is still breathing, too. “Is- Is he-”
Talk to you tomorrow, angel.
If we’re lucky the fag will die up there.
Praying the queer dies on the moon.
I love you.
If I had to die, the moon isn’t a bad place to do it.
Don’t count on it don’t count on it don’t count on it...
“He’s alive.”
Gale makes a terrible noise somewhere between a gasp and a sob, his heart and lungs going back to work in fast-forward as he bows his head, clutching it in his hands.
Benny swallows. “But it’s bad, Buck. It’s bad.”
…
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Part 11
#clegan astronaut au#clegan#clegan fic#masters of the air#mota#john egan#gale cleven#buck x bucky#bucky egan#buck cleven#curt biddick
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ouhhi i like to enj oy watching stuff :)
(CURRENT STATUS: alive and well! available for asks.)
(more info under the cut)
this is chloro !!^^
• they can't speak english well, since they came from outer space and aren't too familiar with the language.
• they are half deaf, since pAInter shot them in their left antenna.
• ^the antennae are sensitive to sound, as well as touch and scent. mostly sound. they glow when in distress.
• they were found in a crater in new mexico, and were picked up by urbanshade quickly after being discovered. it was deemed cheaper to simply keep them as an expendable.
• when the lockdown happened, they were in some of the first teams to be sent into the blacksite.
• they have died multiple times before, but they were able to come back since their body secretes chemicals that bring them back to life.
• they learned most of their english by intercepting signals from earth.
• ^this means they listened to a lot of music and therefore developed a singing voice. it sorta naturally becomes high pitched because their native language is out of hearing range. so they're a soprano. (that is, if you can even hear them.)
their brain is donut shaped, and has an organ going through the middle.
^the purpose of said organ is to release the chemicals that revive chloro.
chloro has a total of 5 bones. they have a spine (one bone) and 2 bones in each arm.
^they arent exactly bones, more like a flexible yet rigid internal structure.
^^their spine is shaped like a corkscrew.
they have 3 small, round fingers and paw pads because i saiD so
theyre around knee height. (2'7''??)
chloro used to breathe chlorine on their home planet.
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Roaming the Mineral-Rich Southern Lunar Terrain // Alien_Enthusiast
Read below the cut for some info about which craters are featured and a map to help identify them!
In birth order of their eponyms:
Purbach crater is named after Austrian astronomer Georg von Peuerbach (1423-1461) who aimed at making astronomy accessible for the average European during the Renaissance with his textbook, Theoricae Novae Planetarum.
Walther crater is named after the German merchant Bernhard Walther (1430-1504) who was a noted observer of the motions of the planets.
Regiomontanus crater is named after German mathematician Johannes Müller von Königsberg (1436-1476) who helped develop the heliocentric theory of the solar system with trigonometry.
Orontius crater is named after the French mathematician Oronce Finé (1494-1555) who published an astronomy textbook De mundi sphaera which guided readers on the use of equipment and proper astronomy methods.
Nonius crater is named for Pedro Nunes (1502-1578), a Portuguese mathematician who used trigonometry to make improvements to the geocentric model of the solar system.
Hell crater is not named after the land of Satan, but instead is named after Hungarian astronomer Maximilian Hell (1720-1792) who was the director of the Vienna Observatory and observed the 1769 transit of Venus.
Lexell crater is named after the Finnish astronomer Andres Johan Lexell (1740-1784), a prolific member of the Russian Academy of Sciences who made important discoveries in celestial mechanics. He was the first to prove that Uranus was a planet rather than a comet.
Miller crater is named after William Allen Miller (1817-1870), a British chemist who aided William Huggins in studying the spectra of astronomical objects, primarily stars.
Huggins crater is named after the British astronomer William Huggins (1824-1910) who pioneered the realm of astronomical spectroscopy, becoming the first to take the spectrum of a planetary nebula.
Bell crater is named after none other than Canadian inventor Alexander Graham Bell (1847-1922) most famous for inventing the telephone, but who also had inventions in aeronautics.
Deslandres crater is named for Henri Alexandre Deslandres (1853-1948), a French astronomer who was the director of the Paris Observatories and carried out studies on the atmosphere of the Sun.
#astronomy#astrophotography#solar system#moon#the moon#luna#lunar surface#crater#lunar crater#history#etymology#nonius#miller#huggins#orontius#walther#lexell#deslandres#hell#bell#regiomontanus#purbach
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