#not exactly

[starcurtain]

Please someone redraw this with Dr. Ratio and Aventurine because this is the exact vibe they have in my head post-Penacony.

[ane-doodles]

Well uhhhhh, you know... it was inevitable

my take on human!Narinder and the Lamb, and also normal animals!!

(and possibly my next banner too)

[nasa]

Let's Explore a Metal-Rich Asteroid 🤘

Between Mars and Jupiter, there lies a unique, metal-rich asteroid named Psyche. Psyche’s special because it looks like it is part or all of the metallic interior of a planetesimal—an early planetary building block of our solar system. For the first time, we have the chance to visit a planetary core and possibly learn more about the turbulent history that created terrestrial planets.

Here are six things to know about the mission that’s a journey into the past: Psyche.

1. Psyche could help us learn more about the origins of our solar system.

After studying data from Earth-based radar and optical telescopes, scientists believe that Psyche collided with other large bodies in space and lost its outer rocky shell. This leads scientists to think that Psyche could have a metal-rich interior, which is a building block of a rocky planet. Since we can’t pierce the core of rocky planets like Mercury, Venus, Mars, and our home planet, Earth, Psyche offers us a window into how other planets are formed.

2. Psyche might be different than other objects in the solar system.

Rocks on Mars, Mercury, Venus, and Earth contain iron oxides. From afar, Psyche doesn’t seem to feature these chemical compounds, so it might have a different history of formation than other planets.

If the Psyche asteroid is leftover material from a planetary formation, scientists are excited to learn about the similarities and differences from other rocky planets. The asteroid might instead prove to be a never-before-seen solar system object. Either way, we’re prepared for the possibility of the unexpected!

3. Three science instruments and a gravity science investigation will be aboard the spacecraft.

The three instruments aboard will be a magnetometer, a gamma-ray and neutron spectrometer, and a multispectral imager. Here’s what each of them will do:

Magnetometer: Detect evidence of a magnetic field, which will tell us whether the asteroid formed from a planetary body

Gamma-ray and neutron spectrometer: Help us figure out what chemical elements Psyche is made of, and how it was formed

Multispectral imager: Gather and share information about the topography and mineral composition of Psyche

The gravity science investigation will allow scientists to determine the asteroid’s rotation, mass, and gravity field and to gain insight into the interior by analyzing the radio waves it communicates with. Then, scientists can measure how Psyche affects the spacecraft’s orbit.

4. The Psyche spacecraft will use a super-efficient propulsion system.

Psyche’s solar electric propulsion system harnesses energy from large solar arrays that convert sunlight into electricity, creating thrust. For the first time ever, we will be using Hall-effect thrusters in deep space.

5. This mission runs on collaboration.

To make this mission happen, we work together with universities, and industry and NASA to draw in resources and expertise.

NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory manages the mission and is responsible for system engineering, integration, and mission operations, while NASA’s Kennedy Space Center’s Launch Services Program manages launch operations and procured the SpaceX Falcon Heavy rocket.

Working with Arizona State University (ASU) offers opportunities for students to train as future instrument or mission leads. Mission leader and Principal Investigator Lindy Elkins-Tanton is also based at ASU.

Finally, Maxar Technologies is a key commercial participant and delivered the main body of the spacecraft, as well as most of its engineering hardware systems.

6. You can be a part of the journey.

Everyone can find activities to get involved on the mission’s webpage. There's an annual internship to interpret the mission, capstone courses for undergraduate projects, and age-appropriate lessons, craft projects, and videos.

You can join us for a virtual launch experience, and, of course, you can watch the launch with us on Oct. 12, 2023, at 10:16 a.m. EDT!

For official news on the mission, follow us on social media and check out NASA’s and ASU’s Psyche websites.

Make sure to follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of space!

[s0fti3w1tch]

I finally made some content for the ROTTMNT Sep AU crossover Bathtub Arc™

A Segment from Trainee and Red's Argument

Context: Set right after the events of @red-rover-au's fic Red Rover, RR!Leo/"Red" is recovering after the Shredder.

(further context: TL;DR, Fuller Explanation + text of the beginning part of their argument)

Red, a.k.a. bathtub boy Leo, is @red-rover-au's, and the Leo currently not bleeding out is Trainee, my Tentative Devotee AU Leo :)

Something incredibly funny about the TMNT AU competition was that it came about after the sep AU discord discussed the Bathtub Arc™ with 6 of our Leos. So basically we decided that Tentative Devotee Leo, Life Mission Leo, BloodBath Leo, The Night Leo, and SLAU Leo all went to the AU competition right after this meanwhile Red was in the tub.

[ice-draco]

*Furina gets a phone call*

Furina: Hello?

Neuvillette: Hi, is Arlecchino there? I need to talk to them.

Furina: No, Arlecchino is dead.

Arlecchino, very much alive next to Furina: FURINA WHAT THE FUCK-

[bookworms-lair]

Wymack: alright, listen up you little shits

Wymack: not you Renee, you’re an angel and we’re thrilled to have you here

[skyekurisu]

I was challenged by @kodakuromu to draw today, and here's the result:

[leviathans-watching]

beel, ofc, makes sure to bring you snacks and water throughout the day, ensuring you’ve got a steady supply of energy

“you’ve gotta eat,” he says, as if you were going to do anything otherwise, “after all, it’ll go right to your brain and make you smarter.”

[tavina-writes]

Sometimes I remember that the Nie Brothers are from the Hebei province because that's where Qinghe is and then I think again about the most common and generally preferred alcohols in Northeastern China.

I am then immediately clocked in the face by this fact from Wikipedia's entry on gaoliang (a type of very popular baijiu from the area):

Kaoliang ranges usually between 38 and 63 percent alcohol by volume. At present, world's highest alcohol content of kaoliang liquor is up to 92% produced by Chyi Leh Wei Distillery (Chinese: 琪樂薇酒廠) in Taiwan.

Then I am immediately clocked in the face by the story my mother told me when I was home at my parent's house this past Thanksgiving when she was going to school in the Northeast China if they ran out gas for their gas stoves they would just start pouring in gaoliang and--

Yes, see, I think if WWX ever went and tried the wines in Qinghe post-canon, he would have to comment about how Nie-xiong wants to poison him because this isn't wine its either stove lighter fluid or paint thinner. (Which wikipedia also says about gaoliang btw, that it's a great paint thinner.)

[mystilotls]

Bdubs: These are all mine

Scar: and these are all mine

Bdubs: yes, now what about Lulu? *looks at stuffed horse doll*

Scar: what about her?

Bdubs: she was a present to me from dad, buuut, you didn't get a present from dad

Scar: because he forgot I was born...

Bdubs: yes, he forgot you were born

Cleo: *glares at Etho*

[jayjayhawkin]

I love the fact that the Captain Laserhawk fandom is currently just 90% Rayman and Bullfrog content and fan art (but mostly Rayman). Like. If anyone was to search the show on Tumblr without knowing anything beforehand they would think Rayman is the protagonist or something, then proceed to actually watch episodes of it, see some random ass humans as the main characters instead and just be like "who are you people? Where is Rayman? Where is the Ramon?"

[cryxdraws]

speedpaint of the space king

[shyrgyrryn]

Pairings, specifically canon ones, whose defining 'shipping moments' are literally just the two characters being friends or caring for each like a good friend would are so annoying to me. Especially if those characters have been friends for years or sometimes even decades. "Aw, they're so in love<3," and it's two characters who have been friends for years hugging because one of them almost died! Like, duh, they're gonna hug! If I had to read between the lines or listen to shipper theories to understand the 'romance', maybe it wasn't there in the first place.

[teecupangel]

I can’t remember if anyone had a final fantasy ask, but what if Desmond landed in Spira (Final Fantasy X). He could go full pirate and I’m sure Edward’s bleed would love it.

Not yet. I mean, there was a Desmond as the same species as Nanaki one and a frog Desmond based on FF frog debuff but there hasn’t been any real full crossover or isekai idea.

I was thinking of how Desmond could be a pirate in Spira considering Sin is there lurking and all.

Then I realized we can make Desmond become a full pirate if we don’t set this in FFX but in FFX2. For this one, Desmond could be the captain of his own airship (which is smaller than the Celsius and is actually made up of extra parts from both Fahrenheit and Celsius) which he got by winning a bet against the Al Bhed. Maybe even call it Kelvin to continue the degree themes of their names)

Now, let’s focus on the plot. Desmond really didn’t want to be a pirate. Not exactly. Calling him one would actually be a bit of a… generalization?

The truth was…

He had a sphere with him when he woke up in this world. And that sphere contains a memory of Minerva talking to him, telling him of a device that they had created which can hop into other timelines. Unfortunately, the device disappeared because… it hopped into a different timeline and they couldn’t find it.

So Desmond is looking for that device to get back to his world. The sphere he got from Minerva is his only clue. She said that the device has a lock that used these ‘spheres’ and he needs to collect them all first. He would know if a sphere is part of the device or not.

Which meant that, technically, Desmond is a sphere hunter.

But because he’s looking for specific spheres, he sorta also steals spheres from other people if they’re the spheres he’s looking for.

So in this one, he and his group are actually a rival of the Gullwings (and Leblanc Syndicate) and he gets in the middle of the whole FFX2 plot along the way even though he’s really just there for those specific spheres.

How does Desmond know he got the right sphere?

These spheres are marked with the letter of the Isus’ alphabet and each sphere contains a memory of the device he’s looking for.

Mostly experiment logs, chopped off pieces of how to use them…

With the lead Isu scientist pf the project going by the name Yevon.

[melanch0licfool]

"You want to know what she sees when she looks at you?"

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

The Agony of Desire

Part 1 // Masterlist

A Billy Russo x Reader fic

Warnings: Forced marriage, kidnapping, being sick.

A/N: I had originally planned to finish this mini series before posting, but I could really use the encouragement to continue it, so I'm posting the first part today, also I have no self control.

~

"You call it hope — that fire of fire!

It is but agony of desire."

-Edgar Allan Poe

~

The veil pulls at your hair when it's pinned to your bun. You don’t say a word, simply grimacing in discomfort as your stylist steps back with a smile.

“Oh my god, it’s gorgeous.” She breathes in awe and you give her a smile, trying to feel as excited as she does.

Your smile falls when she turns away.

On the vanity, your phone vibrates.

“Twentieth time this morning,” she comments, “Sure you don’t want to check it?”

Your heart squeezes in your chest and you turn away from her to look at yourself in the floor length mirror.

“It’s no one important.” You mumble, eyes locked on the sad girl looking back at you.

There’s a knock on the door and you give a genuine smile when Karen’s face appears in the small crack.

“Wow.” She says, looking at the tulle monstrosity you were wearing.

Your eyes drift back to the mirror, and you hear Karen ask your stylist for a moment alone with you. She murmurs in assent and ushers her two assistants out of the room, closing the door with a decided ‘click’

“I feel like a cupcake.”

Karen snorts.

“It’s not that bad, Y/N.”

“It’s hideous.”

“You’re beautiful.”

“Yeah, for a cupcake.”

She laughs, and you laugh too, and you laugh together as your heart falls to pieces around you.

You phone vibrates again. Twenty-one.

She doesn’t have to look at the device, only your face, and she knows.

“It’s him, isn’t it?”

The strings of your heart are pulled so tightly.

“Doesn’t change much now.”

“You never know, maybe he’s come to his senses-“

A shake of your head cuts her off.

“He’s only trying now because he knows he’s about to lose me for good. If I wasn’t getting married, he wouldn’t be calling.”

She doesn’t respond, knowing that your words have some truth to them.

“Sure you want to go through with this? I can sneak you out back and shove you into my trunk- cupcake and all.”

You let out a dry laugh.

“And then what? Where would we go?”

She looks at you for a long moment.

“Somewhere? Anywhere. Shave our heads and move to Bolivia. Herd goats.”

You smile, eyes nitpicking at your nails, studying the perfect acrylics for any chips or dents. Any cracks in the perfection.

“You’d do that for me?” You ask, barely glancing up at her beautiful green eyes.

She sighs, pulling you into her arms.

"If I could guarantee your safety and your family's, you'd be gone in a heartbeat."

She smells like sweet pea, and your arms crush her with the force of your returned hug.

"It's not the best option," you mumble into her shoulder, repeating what you said to her the first time the news of engagement went public. "But it keeps everyone safe. Maybe I can learn to love him."

Your phone vibrates in protest. Twenty-two. You squeeze your eyes shut.

"If he ever gets angry- or lays a hand on you, you call me. If you feel the slightest bit afraid-"

"-I will. I promise." You say, "but I don't think he's like that."

"You never know." She says, pulling back, her eyes wet, eyelashes clumping together with the moisture. You smile at her, unable to speak another word. She gets the message.

"Okay, I'll tell them to give you a minute before they come back in."

A small nod and she's leaving. Your hand holds on to hers for as long as possible.

The phone vibrates again. Twenty-three.

A big sigh and your eyes turn to your bag, there's a small pocket full of coping mechanisms, but you don't feel like having everyone question your state of mind later on. You're clear headed, no matter how much you wish you weren't.

You see the garter, lying on the vanity and you reach for it with a sour stomach.

You can hardly find your legs in the mess of fabric, sighing in frustration when every layer you pull up, there's another one underneath.

"Great," you grumble, aggravated, "I'm wearing the Russian nesting doll of dresses."

A deep chuckle behind you, makes your heart jump. You whirl around as best as you can with a startled gasp and wide eyes- surely not-

He raises a finger to his lips, a smile on his face. It's him.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" You hiss, turning to look at the door, "If they find you here, they're going to kill you."

He lets out a breath of amusement, his mouth parted to display a small hint of teeth.

"They'll try." He takes a step forward, and then drops to his knees, grabbing the garter that's clenched in your fist. "Let me help." He says simply, as if this isn't the first time you're seeing him in two years.

You're too stunned to speak. He looks as gorgeous as the day he left you, wearing a plain shirt and dark jeans- casual wear for when he's doing groundwork.

He takes his time, pushing up each layer into your waiting hands, moving automatically while your brain lags with the unforseen circumstance that is Billy Russo.

"Jesus." He remarks, "Who picked this dress?"

"His mother." You murmur quietly and he shakes his head.

"Women with zero taste should not be choosing dresses."

"Just wanted to make her happy." Is all you say.

He finally gets to your legs, and you stiffen when his hands wrap around each ankle, clad in white stockings.

He reaches up and takes the lacy scrunched material into his hands.

You watch him closely, breath hitching as his hands slide the material up your leg. You clench in response at the feeling of his hands where they haven't been for a long time.

He looks up at you for a moment, before looking back down. He pushes the garter up your knee, past the point where your stocking ends.

"You're going too high." You mumble, and then you gasp when you feel the tips of his fingers press themselves between your thighs, insistent that he runs his fingers over your lacy underwear.

"This for him?" He asks quietly. You try not to clench at the feel of his probing fingers.

"Well it's not for you." You snap.

He pulls the garter back down to an appropriate height on your thigh, and snaps it playfully.

"Why are you here?" You ask insistently, feeling the shock wear off and fierce aggression taking its place.

"Isn't it obvious?" He asks, pulling your dress down and righting it.

"Seeing as the last time we were together you told me you never wanted to see me again, yeah, I'm a little confused."

His mouth fixes into a grim line.

"You weren't answering your-"

A knock at the door interrupts him.

You watch him stand swiftly, and walking to the small vintage armoire in the corner of the room.

"Like Santorini all over again." He whispers excitedly, putting his fingers up to his lips with a smile as he fits himself inside and closes the doors, leaving you absolutely flabbergasted on the outside.

Someone knocks again.

"Uh- yes?" You call, completely distracted with your ex-boyfriend in the closet.

The stylists are back, with a gentle smile to do finishing touches on your look. You try not to look at the armoire too much, opting instead to stare at it in the mirror.

You don't know what he wants, but you know that you're not going to give it to him. He's had two years to make things right, and it's too late to save what's left of the burning passion you once had for him.

Plus, you needed to put the safety of your family first. Ward Meachum would make a decent husband, and he'd pay the large debt owed to the Fisk family.

Everything would be okay.

On their way out, your parents step in. Your mother smiles, gushing over your dress and you return the emotion with enthusiasm of your own.

Your father has the decency to look guilty.

"I'm sorry it had to come to this." He says with a solemn face, and you appreciate his sincerity.

"I'll be okay." You say with more confidence than you feel, "I'll love him with time." It would be easy to love the man that saves your family.

"There's...something else." Your dad says, and look up at him wearily.

"I'm sorry I didn't mention it before, but in the contract... there's a criteria..."

"A baby." You say.

He blinks at you surprised.

You shake your head.

"Every powerful man wants an heir. How soon?"

"You have a year to conceive." He says.

So soon. You can't fake a smile at the news.

"Okay." You say, sucking in a breath, nodding.

"Okay, I'll see you at the church, I just need a couple of minutes."

Your mother hesitates to leave you, just like Karen did, holding on to you until she absolutely can't anymore.

The door is barely closed before you're rushing into the adjacent bathroom. You hover over the trash can for a moment, fighting the nausea. The door swings open.

"What the hell was that?" Billy asks angrily.

"Go. Away." You grunt.

He doesn't. He gets to his knees beside you.

"This. This was arranged? They're selling you like- like-"

"- like an animal." You answer, before you lean forward to empty the contents of your stomach into the trash can.

You reel back, hating the acrid scent, trying to avoid it. There was nothing left to give anyway.

When you're sure you're okay, you put the bin down and try to struggle to your feet with the dress in the way. He grips your arm to help you up.

You lean against the wall and you watch him grab some tissues, wetting them with water to bring to you. You dab at the edges of your lips, moving to the sink to rinse your mouth with water and then the small bottle of mouthwash on the sink.

"What happened?" He asks.

You sigh.

"I worked really hard to make it look real, so that no one would be able to tell. You can't say a word."

He says your name so fiercely. You look up at him in the reflection of the mirror.

"What. Happened?"

Like he cares.

"Dad made a bad business deal. Borrowed money from Kingpin. Couldn't pay it back. Lost a few toes. Went to Harold Meachum and made an offer. Meachum made a counteroffer. Dad accepted." You shrug a single shoulder.

"How much?"

"I genuinely don't know." You didn't have the heart to ask for the price you'd been sold at.

"You could have come to me."

You laugh. You don't stop.

"I'm pretty sure you told me you never wanted to see me again, don't be upset that I followed your orders."

He reaches for you, spins you till you're looking into his dark eyes.

"Don't marry him. I can help."

"Fuck. Off." You say, pulling your hands from his grip and storming out of the bathroom.

You find a small bottle of water and drink the entire thing, popping a small mint into your mouth as a precaution.

You don't get far before he's in your space again, gripping your hips and pulling your body into his, the fabric of your dress crushed against him.

You don't fight it, looking up at him, the way you've been dreaming of after all this time. One of your hands reach up to cup his face. He breathes out a gentle sigh, closing his eyes.

"I've wanted to be back in your arms for so long." You whisper, "I wish it was real."

He opens his eyes.

"It is real," he says, leaning in so that your noses brush against each other, "I love you."

You suck in a deep breath.

"You don't mean it."

"I do. I do mean it. I love you. I love every inch of you from your head to your toes."

"Then why?" You ask, voice cracking with emotion, you push away from him, "Why now? Why not months ago when the engagement was announced? Why not a year ago when I posted our first couple's photo?"

"Because I thought you loved him! And it killed me but I wanted to give you that chance at happiness."

"Well. Thank you." Your voice wobbles, fighting tears that will ruin your makeup, "Thank you for the opportunity. I will be happy."

You take purposeful, angry steps to the door.

His hand reaches out to stop it from opening.

"Prove that you don't love me," He whispers so quietly you can barely hear the words.

You can't resist it. You don't want to. Not when you have the chance to kiss him one last time.

You turn around and press your mouth to his. Your fingers fist his shirt to keep him close, his arms wrap tightly around your waist, pulling you off your feet. For a few moments, it feels like no time has passed, like you're with him again, like things are going to be okay.

It doesn't take long, before reality knocks on your door.

"Miss?" Your bodyguard calls, "It's almost time."

You pull your mouth from his, turning to the door, he keeps kissing at your cheek and neck.

"Be right there!" You say loudly.

Billy gives a quiet laugh.

"That's how you kiss someone you don't love?" He asks.

You suck in a breath, he slides you back down to your feet that feel a little wobbly beneath you.

You shake your head.

"I was practicing for my future husband." You say evenly, and you can tell that the words upset him by the way the muscle in his jaw jumps.

"Go home, Billy. Because I choose Ward, and you're too late."

You don't give him a chance to stop you, opening the door and escaping.

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