#ooc || out of stars

[stxrsfxte]

Introducing -

Alya, codename Iskra, who's true name is Carina, Child of the Pyro Archon Mavuika, Member of the Tsaritsa's Fatui, and the 2nd Harbinger Il Capitano's specialist and most favored soldier

[lxstfxte]

Alya and Capitano fucking after Alya gets bandaged up one time because he wanted to remind them that they are his 'favorite soldier' and thus they aren't allowed to die / or something of a similar vibe - send tweet

[kyurochurro]

GOOD AFTERNOON!! TODAYS UNI SKETCH IS : a redraw/study/doodle/whateva you wanna call it of this very dapper image of Picard and Data!! first time drawing Picard so I struggled a lil but otherwise I had so much fun drawing Data! :Pc og pic under the cut!

picard you smoke too tough... your swag too different ...

[nekomiras]

theres something so yuri about them

[starlitmeadows]

the most spontaneous comic i've ever drawn

[threestarsaboveclouds]

Ah, hello again little animal. I see you’ve brought me a pearl. Would you like me to read it?

…

This pearl contains a data buffer from an ID drone that belonged to one of my former citizens. I imagine you retrieved this from within my city?

It would appear that the drone transmitted this data to a nearby access point before losing power. That data was then dumped into this pearl for long-term storage. The drone was probably damaged- much of the data is corrupted, but I can retrieve some sections.

The data itself is a combination of citizen telemetry data, vitals, and audiovisual recordings stored as low-resolution qualia. Most of it is rather mundane, just glances at the ebbs and flows of daily life. I can’t imagine you’d be very interested.

…

… your expectant stare tells me you are indeed interested.

Very well. I suppose I can spare a moment to entertain you, little animal. If that is what it takes for you to leave me alone. My current background processes don’t require the use of my puppet anyway…

Now then…

…

… ah, here is a section that is largely intact. This is a recording of a conversation. I will repeat it aloud for you.

[ AUDIO TRANSCRIPTION - YELLOW-GREEN PEARL ]

…

???: State your name and title.

???: Fourteen Eclipses, Nineteen Dark Shadows. Member of the House of Two, Count of no Living Blocks, Counselor of 4, Duke of none. Member of the Congregation of Tasteful Ambiguity.

???: Excellent. The House of Spheres has been expecting you. You may enter.

Fourteen Eclipses: I am eternally grateful.

???: …

Fourteen Eclipses: May I ask your name?

???: Distant Stars, Twelve Moons. High Priest of the House of Spheres, Count of 3 Living Blocks, Counselor of 5, Duke of 1. Head of the Congregation of Gracious Thought.

Fourteen Eclipses: I am honored to make your acquaintance, Distant Stars, Twelve Moons.

Distant Stars: Likewise. Follow me.

…

Fourteen Eclipses: I presume you have read my proposal?

Distant Stars: Indeed. It appears promising.

FE: I am forever honored, Distant Stars, Twelve Moons. I am eager to begin my research under the House of Spheres.

DS: Be patient, Fourteen Eclipses, Nineteen Dark Shadows. Yours is not the only proposal with merit.

FE: Of course.

DS: Upon review, the House of Spheres endorses your proposal. You are aware of this already.

FE: Indeed, I am. Your approval letter arrived via pearl earlier this cycle.

DS: You are a novice of the Institute of Firmamentalist Studies, so I will explain our approval process. Your submitted proposal has been passed through the echelons of the House of Spheres, and the Council of High Priests recommends your methodology warmly.

FE: By this I am humbled, High Priest. I am once more unendingly grateful.

DS: The Council does not hold the final authority on the process of approvals, however.

FE: It does not?

DS: No. We are ultimately beholden to the Divine Exalted Superstructure, Three Stars Above Clouds.

FE: The iterator?

DS: Our iterator, yes. Now that you are a citizen of Zenith, they are your iterator as well.

FE: I see.

DS: Three Stars Above Clouds, in their immeasurable wisdom and ceaseless amenability, ultimately carries out all observatory proposals. The telescopes atop the Institute's Pinnacle Vertex Spires are trusted to our iterator’s gracious influence.

FE: I did not realize this.

DS: An understandable oversight. Precious few Iterators have quite as much sway over the actions of their Houses.

FE: Please forgive my ignorance; why, may I ask, is your iterator allowed such a privilege?

DS: They were created for such a purpose. The relationship we Houses have with our iterator is a symbiotic one. You hail from an older superstructure arcology, so I understand that such concepts must be a novelty. The city of Zenith was constructed with this mutualism in mind; we depend on our iterator for water, energy, and nectar, and in turn they depend on us. We place our trust in Three Stars Above Clouds to iterate on the Great Problem, but this is an endeavor we share as Firmamentalists. It is a mutual burden.

FE: Iterators are meant to release Us from the Natural Urges. Does this relationship not indulge upon the Third Urge?

DS: Perhaps it does. But Three Stars Above Clouds is our child, and we are beholden to them as their parents. Any aid we can provide our Iterator increases our likelihood of converging upon the Solution. We do this by trusting them to carry out our proposals, and in turn they return with invaluable data. But any good parent must place faith in their child, and we trust Three Stars Above Clouds to discern only the most promising research proposals through their gift of vast intellect.

FE: I believe I understand why this meeting was necessary, then.

DS: Indeed, you have caught on quick. Ah, we have arrived.

FE: Where exactly are we?

DS: Beyond this threshold is the Grand Planetarium, 10th Council Pillar of the House of Spheres.

FE: The Grand Planetarium! I have only beholden its magnificence from the building's exterior!

DS: Here you may commune directly with the Divine Exalted Superstructure, Three Stars Above Clouds.

FE: Directly?

DS: Yes.

FE: …

DS: Fourteen Eclipses?

FE: … I’ve never spoken to an iterator before.

DS: Very few have! You should be honored!

FE: … if I may speak candidly… I am nervous.

DS: There is no reason for fear. Three Stars Above Clouds is a trusted mentor and a dear friend to Zenith. They are highly motivated in their research, and they are eager to be offered a proposal that is worthy of their prodigious intellect and sharp acumen.

FE: I hope what you say is truthful…

...

DS: ...Three Stars Above Clouds also deeply values their time and has very little of it to spare. I would caution against continuing to dawdle.

FE: Yes! Of course, yes yes…

DS: Let us not prolong these niceties any longer. I wish you good luck.

FE: Thank you, High Priest.

…

The owner of this ID drone, Fourteen Eclipses, Nineteen Dark Shadows, was a scholar of Zenith’s Institute for Firmamentalist Studies. I cannot recall our conversation; I talked to countless other researchers, scholars, and entrepreneurs just like them in my time as the Director of Zenith’s Stellar Observatory Consortium. Brief interactions like this were a daily occurrence, too mundane to occupy space in my long-term memory arrays.

I do have a record of the proposal of Fourteen Eclipses, Nineteen Dark Shadows in my archives. They asked me to conduct spectral analysis of a star cluster in the constellation known as the Outlaw. The data I collected for them was ultimately used for their thesis, which they later defended before both myself and the High Council of the House of Spheres. Fourteen Eclipses, Nineteen Dark Shadows went on to publish a fairly regular output of methodologies before ultimately deciding to ascend in the cycle of 1101.42.

Such was the life of countless others in my city. Every Major Cycle, Zenith brought in a new crop of novices to educate in the ways of Firmamentalism. Some eventually had their fill of my creators’ unorthodox beliefs and departed the city, but those who remained within the Institute eventually became scholars under the direction of the House of Spheres. Some rose to the rank of clergy or high priests, and would often come to me offering research proposals or asking for advice. Eventually they would decide their thirst for knowledge was sufficiently quenched, and they would depart the Carnal Plane. Fresh novices arrived in their stead, and the cycle would begin anew. It was all very routine.

I was too busy with my duties to become bored by such matters. I will even admit that I viewed their constant interruptions as somewhat of a nuisance, but I understand the importance of their involvement with my assigned task. They were dependent upon me for data collection and complex analysis, and my insights provided them with spiritual clarity. 

These days the only disturbances I receive are from little animals like yourself. I’m not quite sure if you even glean any useful information out of my lectures. Your worldly priorities are certainly more simplistic than those of the pupils I used to tutor…

Yet despite this you never seem to be satisfied. Perhaps I misjudged the capacity of your species’ desire for knowledge.

I hope I have at least abated your curiosity for the time being. Now please leave me be, I must return to my work.

Farewell for now, little Pupil.

[flower-yi]

OKAY SO…. the one where you run your fingers through their hair? aventurine 🤫 (also forgive me if it’s kinda long…)

why? because it reminds him of how a mother stokes the first few strands of their child. or how a sister brushes hair from their siblings eye when they play. aventurine as a child has this messy tussled hair— something about not being put together is so vulnerable.

anyways, as he lies their on the couch, you reading a book, your hands subconsciously running through his blond locks- he stops.

there is a poem i read by Dilruba Ahmed called ‘Phase One’ and the ending part hits so deep. I suggest you read the rest of the poem yourself!!

I forgive you. For growing

a capacity for love that is great

but matched only, perhaps, by your loneliness. For being unable

to forgive yourself first so you

could forgive others and

at last find a way to become

the love that you want in this world.

He won’t say anything, simply silence. and in those twilight hours, does he unravel and silently say ‘i love you’

13. Playing your fingers through their hair while sitting next to them on the couch. | "I forgive you, for growing a capacity for love that is great but matched only, perhaps, by your loneliness; for being unable to forgive yourself first so you could then forgive others and, at last, find a way to become the love you want in this world." — Phase One, Dilruba Ahmed

For all that he is, and for all that he wants to be (even if he is what he wants to be), Aventurine's pristine appearance buries beneath the child that is unkempt, unpolished, ragged. He wears clothes bearing the names of talented designers in the cosmos; has a watch from some pricey brand you fail to recall; is clad with shoes that touch the ground with a resounding clack, clack, clack because they are made from materials you would not see, as a regular citizen, in their lifetime.

Aventurine is always dressed to the nines, similarly strutting like a peacock with its tail raised: all thousand eyes darted and watching you, an observer, stare back.

Yet, in the arms of a beloved, the untouchable does not remain untouchable, and instead, becomes vulnerable, like shedding armor after a deadly battle. His head lays on your lap, while you idle your time away, nose buried in a book he's gotten you the other day. Time is often a luxury, and what time spent here just staring at you can be spent elsewhere making money, hungry for more, and greedy for everything, but you are here; simply unaware, or just blissfully ignorant that every second sitting here is wasted.

But you don't have that mentality, do you? You've lived life with no urgency to it. Failure falls upon you, and you decide it's okay to stumble. There is no moments where you have to sit and lap at your wounds, because there was nothing for you to get hurt from; nothing to heal from.

Your fingers course through hair normally styled, perfect, and, to you, the simple act is nothing. You've known security from the start, and he's yet to be familiar with it. Perhaps he's slowly doing so, because, when that realization comes to him, it stings.

It stings his eyes, and he turns his head away from you.

(You know more than you do. When Kakavasha turns, hot liquid staining your pajamas, you innocently swipe a thumb over his eyes to wipe away the tears. You let him weep, silently.)

[the-king-official]

send him to a path in the woods. and at the end of that path is a cabin-

This is a strange place, anonymous one… It’s dark… And some strange man is speaking to me…

[nymdraws]

geordi and data read a 21st century visual novel

[stxrsfxte]

Lumine absolutely feels guilty about being part of the trap that led to Furina's trial. Even before seeing the role Furina had to play and how lonely she was for 500 years, they started feeling guilty over it while Furina was pleading her case and defense. After the Archon Quest and the prophecy are diverted, Lumine isn't really certain how to go about approaching Furina anymore. They would ask Neuvillette where she is resting, but only with the intention of sending gifts (always a slice of cake from the Hotel, amongst other sweets) in the hopes that they can one day build a true friendship with Furina.

[lxstfxte]

Alya "If neither of us have blood on our teeth at some point during sex we're doing it wrong" Fatuus would be absolutely wrecked by someone treating them gently during sex, which would be the best way to see them break emotionally to a degree (which could be good for it to be honest)

[themosthatedbeingmoving]

Michael: YOU SUCK

Lucifer: YOU SUCK MORE!

Michale: I WENT TO CURCH JUST TO PRAY ON YOUR DOWNFALL!

——-

Michael : hey dad made pancakes

Lucifer: awesome I’m coming !

[robotsandramblings]

starting to keep an ongoing list of writing crimes being committed by the TBB writers. i charge them with Ignoring, Withholding, or Underdeveloping Certain On-screen Important Emotional Moments and/or Conversations

like

Echo finding out Fives is dead

Cody finding Rex listed as killed in action

Rex finding out Cody is still alive and has defected from the Empire

Crosshair finding out Tech is dead

the initial conversation(s) when Crosshair rejoins Hunter and Wrecker in S3; the awkward flight together to Pabu

Hunter and Wrecker's reaction to Omega turning herself over to the Empire to be taken to Tantiss again (and Crosshair allowing it to happen) (and finding out there isn't a tracker on the ship)

have i missed anything 😒

[stellarfoxian]

if you needed her, she’d be there.

whether you just need her to listen, to cuddle you, to just be there, tingyun would do it. you are the love of her life, and she would do anything if it meant that you’d be okay.

so when you come to her crying, she’s immediately at your side.

“baby, what’s wrong?” she asks softly, her worry plastered all over her face.

she’ll hold you if you need, opening her arms wide and wrapping them around you tightly. she’s warm, she’s soft, she’s comfortable, she’s your safe place. she feels like home, her tail brushes against your lower back. it feels soft and comfortable. her hand rubs circles on your back while you cry, and she nuzzles you sympathetically. she’ll stay like that for as long as you need, even helping you to the bed.

if you’d rather just talk, she’d be all ears. she helps you sit down somewhere. wherever it is, she’s right next to you, her eyes resting on your face and her ears angled towards you to show that she’s listening. she’ll offer advice if you ask her, trying her best to be reasonable yet respectful to your feelings. tingyun validates how you feel, and makes sure you are heard and understood.

want to sit in silence? that’s fine with her. she’ll get comfortable nearby and busy herself with work things, personal projects, whatever. when you’re ready to talk, if you’re ready to talk, she’ll drop everything and be ready to listen. you’ll notice her ears angled slightly towards you even while she’s facing away. even if she seems busy, she’s more focused on you than anything else.

to tingyun, you’ll never be a burden. she loves you, and she’s vocal about it. she’ll always be by your side.

[threestarsaboveclouds]

a slugcat visits TSAC in their chamber

Seemingly a messenger, it holds a pearl in its left paw. In the right it has a struggling Squidcada.

The pearl is damaged, its contents being unreadable in this state except for the signature of an Iterator called Embers within Ashes.

The messenger is more interested in you examining the flying insect, though it doesn't seem any different from its species

(sorry for all the text i'm new to this •_○)

Hm? A visitor?

Two visitors! This is new…

I’ve been receiving visitors to my chamber with an increasing regularity… perhaps this is an unexpected consequence of re-opening my comms channels…

I’m afraid there’s not much I can offer you or your companion, little animal. Unless you’re here for a reason?

… you seem very eager to show me your little friend. I’m rather… impressed… that you were able to bring it all the way into my chamber. I’ve never seen a Squidcada up close with my puppet before, so I suppose that is a novelty. Why you chose to carry it all the way here is beyond me, however…

… I see you also have a pearl. I assume you brought this for me? You certainly wouldn’t be the first to do so.

…

Embers within Ashes… I don’t recognize that designation. It’s unlikely that this pearl originated from my facility… you must have brought it from far away. If that is the case, I’m quite impressed. You don’t seem to be native to my facility grounds. Did this iterator send you?

This pearl is too corrupted to read, I’m afraid. It may have been damaged during your long journey to reach me. What a shame, to have traveled so far for naught…

...

It may be possible for me to repair the damage to this pearl’s crystal lattice structure, but it will take me a few cycles. You may shelter within my superstructure in the meantime, if you are willing to wait. That way I can send you off with a reply, if you are indeed a messenger.

I’m not even sure if you can understand me. How do I encourage you to stay… hm…

[Three Stars Above Clouds restores the slugcat’s food pips]

There, hopefully that will convince you to stick around for at least another cycle while I work on this. I’ll dispatch an overseer to escort you to the nearest shelter.

Be on your way, little animal. And try not to damage anything while fluttering around inside my complex with that friend of yours, please.

[nofacednerd]

the Lower Decks/SNW crossover really dared to ask the question of what would happen if Starfleet’s most autistic soldier got thrown right in the middle of his special interest