#string of pearls galaxy

[quiltofstars]

The String of Pearls Galaxy, C72 // Dean Carr

This beautiful edge-on galaxy is classified as a Magellanic-type galaxy. Galaxies of this class have a single spiral arm and are intermediate between irregular galaxies and dwarf spiral galaxies. As this suggests, C72 is very similar to the Large Magellanic Cloud, but is slightly smaller at 68,000 light years across and edge-on.

[vallorouslly]

Ships Tag Drop Part 2!

I will be tagging all previous interactions with these tags in place of your usernames (those with AUs I'll hunt them down and tag manually).

This drop includes : @adversitybloomed @amused-bouche (Geo, Amin & Myles) @blckfckinmsk @bruz3r @hstoryhuh @lanternlit @manaborn @paramounticebound @poisonedfire @piinkviscera @sxrgeant @silver-blooded-synthetics @soulwaned (June, Beatrice & Katniss) @snkts @turkicgods (just Matyr for now) @tensleepshrike @vuulpecula

(i didn't get everyone i wanted to but i just need to keep things manageable for these drops)

[amagnificentobsession]

String of Pearls

Galaxy AM 1054-325 has been distorted into an S-shape from a normal pancake-like spiral shape by the gravitational pull of a neighboring galaxy. A consequence of this is that newborn clusters of stars form along a stretched-out tidal tail for thousands of light-years, resembling a string of pearls. They form when knots of gas gravitationally collapse to create about 1 million newborn stars per cluster.

Credit: NASA Hubble Telescope

[michaelgabrill]

NASAs Hubble Traces String of Pearls Star Clusters in Galaxy Collisions

Contrary to what you might think, galaxy collisions do not destroy stars. In fact, the rough-and-tumble dynamics trigger new generations of stars, and presumably accompanying planets. Now NASA’s Hubble Space Telescope has homed in on 12 interacting galaxies that have long, tadpole-like tidal tails of gas, dust, and a plethora of stars. Hubble’s exquisite sharpness […] from NASA https://ift.tt/FDZm9fd

[axiewaddle-life-series]

Grian, a walking sunrise. Pink and orange cloth draped over his sun-kissed skin. His pure white wings trailed elegantly behind him, the feather tips scraped the ground. Gold chains hung over every surface of his body with charms depicting suns, hearts, and eyes. Soft light spewed out from the sun halo behind his head, casting a heavenly glow over him.

Scott's galaxy hair flowed around him, the silver stars shimmering through the purple and blue. A purple dress hung from his body, fading into galaxy black as the ruffles spread across the floor. Stars danced around his body, forming spinning halos and circles around his body.

A silver dress clung to Pearl's form, fading to blood red on the floor. A soulmate string was wound around her arm and neck, and the string frayed at the end. A crescent moon tiara was sat on her forehead, bathing her in a silver light. Tilly, as large as a dire wolf, stood at her side, with moons for eyes and a shimmer in her fur.

Martyn was enveloped in a deep blue cloak with a large hourglass emblem on the back surrounded by purple eyes. His blond hair was done up in braids with coral and seaweed woven in. Sea foam and sand magically wrapped around his arms and body, forming his into a living ocean painting.

Scar held a bouquet of sunflowers in his hand, wrapped by a strip of parchment with hearts printed on it. A dark green cloak with embroidered sunflowers hung from his shoulders with red, yellow, and green tassels that swept the floor around his feet. Bits of moss grew from the edges of his scars and along his arms.

Cleo was bathed in a variety of colorful and patterned fabrics clinging and stitched into their skin. A hole was rotted in her chest, revealing a floating, beating heart protected by nothing but their ribcage. A hoard of little zombie minions swarmed around their ankles, grasping the pool of colorful linen.

I standing in a hall of gods, surrounded by broken stained glass. I didn't belong amongst them. Not with my ripped jacket and sports car.

[moonknightmaiden]

Joining @picklemafia 's prompt party, the word being 'Galaxy', here's my take on it!

Galaxia

-Aki the furious

In your eyes, i see stars

Wondering often if you never wonder what to me, you are

My whole world, my universe, mi galaxia,

You are.

Milky way couldn't compare to your pearly whites,

Neither can space do with your dark pearls of sight,

Your smile, a ray of sunshine

The silver lining to my cloud,

Your voice, the sound of rain,

When my mind is being loud.

Lovely, how lovelier you get, everytime i see,

Even just one glance from you, fills my heart with glee.

Countless strings of hope bind me to you,

Like the dark hair on your head,

You're mi galaxia, the first and last thought i have before i find myself asleep in bed.

How beautiful life really is,

You teach me everyday, mi galaxia

For if i was life, you'd be how i was able to exist

You'd be the bane of my reality,

The universus, they say in Latin, but just that, it'd be you and me.

Mi galaxia, how i wish for you to see,

It's nothing more or less of you that i wish for to be with me.

[rafayelsgurl]

rafayel x mc oneshot

this is my first post here since i have decided to write for lads! this oneshot was the one i wrote for the love in linkon fan contest, based on the intertidal zone. i hope everyone enjoy it! i want to write more for this fandom, so requests are open, please feel free to request! have a nice day ♡

The sound of songbirds chirping and whistling outside the room made her wake up from her slumber. The moment her eyes flutters open, she could see a silver of light filtering through the thick red velvet curtains, illuminating the room in such a way that took her breath away for a second. As the claws of sleep slowly loosened it's grip on her, she registered another fact. She is not alone and someone is right next to her, still clutched tightly by the embrace of sleep. The sleeping form next to her was exuding warmth and a sense of familiarity that made her heart beat a rhythm faster than it should.

Her employer. Her lover. Her Rafayel

Tousled lilac hair swept gently across his godly face, as he slept soundly. One of his hand was on top of hers- the hand that wiped away her tears of sadness, the hand that paints exquisite wonders and the hand she so loved. The fingers of the hands she so loved wound it's way around her fingers in such a way as if to assure she wouldn't leave him alone even while sleeping. She slowly turned to face him, his divine face now illuminated by the ever shifting morning light. The planes of his face was perfect, as if carved by gods, like the rest of him.

Raising her hands, she began to push his hair from his face. A miniscule movement - a small pout and a muttering- made her jerk her hands away from his face, afraid of waking him up. But he didn't wake up; he was still the beautiful pearl whom sleep very much wanted to keep in her shell for a little time longer. Chuckling to herself, she observes him for some time as they both lay peacefully on the bed, one wide awake and another still sleeping.

'Maybe I should make something for both of us to drink ' She thinks to herself as she heaves herself up to sit on the bed, the velvet fabric creasing in the process. As she readies herself to get up, a murmuring stops her. A faint strings of words, coupled with the movement beside her, made her turn back.

Rafayel was thrashing and turning in his sleep, his mouth moving to form some incorrigible words. Such a stark contrast to the peaceful form she witnessed some seconds ago. As she turned to comfort him, his hands suddenly caught hers, pressing it to his chest. A pulsating sensation began to vibrate through her hands as his heart hammers against his chest.

"Don't......"

Rafayel cries in a melancholic way in his sleep, his hands pressing hers even tighter against his chest. She doesn't withdraw her hands from his grip as he pulls her closer to him again.

"Don't go. Don't leave me alone....again" Rafayel mumble, this time more frantic.

Her heart spasms in pain as she hear his pleas. When your heart is connected and bound by the thread of fate, there is no way you can avoid feeling what your other half is feeling. And she feels what he feels - immeasurable sadness pulling at the strings of his heart. She clasps her free hand on his intertwined ones, feeling the perfect planes and mounts of his contour, wondering what was nightmare he was going through in the throes of sleep now. "No I am not going anywhere. I am here and will always be here, with you".

She looks up at him to kiss his forehead, only to see two pair of galaxies, with purple and pink swirling adorned by stars, staring up her. Even with groggy eyes, Rafayel's gaze softens, his expression morphing from sadness to glee when he sees her, a slight smile spreading across his face.

"Good morning sleepyhead. Did you have a troubled sleep? You were muttering and thrashing in your sleep" She whispers as she plays with the hair which was obstructing his forehead from view.

Rafayel stays quiet for a few seconds, his eyes just taking in the sight of the ethereal goddess that is in front of him, bathed in glorious morning light. He suddenly pulls her towards him, making her fall into his chest. " You could say that cutie. But it was after all a dream. A formless, transient entity. But I just know a way to make that horrible feeling disappear " Rafayel replies as his hands caress her cheeks.

A moment of silence passes between them, as nothing but the sounds of two hearts beating in synchronicity can be heard. His hands caress her cheeks, making her heart beat even more spasmodically.

"What will make your horrible feeling disappear?" She questions as she looks at him, moving even closer.

"You, my goddess" Rafayel pulls you even closer to him, his lips crashing against hers. Her senses plummet and time stops as his mouth slowly moves across hers in an adorning, worshipping way. It is as if thousand asteroids were shooting through across her bloodstreams and threatening to explode any moment. But she would not have traded this feeling for all the gold in the world, as Rafayel wrapped his hands around her in a way as to say she is the most precious pearl of his. And just like the mermaid that turned to foam, she melts into the ocean of his arms, drowning in love and adoration till they both ebb away in each other's affection.

all kind of feedbacks, likes and shares are appreciated!

[actualori]

double life galaxy duo let pearl be a bit of a (platonic) yandere. let her wrap scott in soulmate strings like a marionette. let her use the soulmate string as a leash like he's one of her pubbies! let her be a bit of a pyscho ex for enrichment as a treat yk

it’s her turn to drag him around on the string

thank you for voting! i am currently not taking bracket/poll related requests!

[qpr-widowsalliance]

I’ve got you. You got whatever’s left of me to get. Our conversations are like minefields No one’s found a safe way through one yet.

Aka: Vote for Galaxy duo in @scottsmajorshipbracket !!!!! Worlds messiest qpr <333333

Design notes under the cut !!

Okay so my favorite silly thing to do is to draw dl! Pearl and Scott as like sorta scene and prep respectively. Sot hats kinda here with pearls raccoon tails chocked ect. Next I had to give Pearl her eye scar, but because their soulmates I also gave it to Scott (cause their damage/injuries are shared(my headcanon is that it came from the boat boys death :P)) I drew the red string of fate connecting them tired around their fingers and you can see how Pearl has looped it around her arm several times to hold tighter to it, but closer to Scott’s side, it has clearly been cut and tied back together several times. I gave Scott friendship bracelets he made with Cleo, and a cardigan because him in the Relationship Ranch is very pointedly causal. Also the ring on the necklace is from third life- okay that’s all thanks 4 reading :3

[thehollowwriter]

Summary: Taking place in the Cops and Killers au from the Riofy discord server, Silas and Morrigan have a quiet moment together.

Warnings: None Word Count: 494

(Pls reblog and leave a comment ❤️)

February 2025 Promptlist Day 10: "Do you think we're together in every universe?"

It was late. The sun had long since dipped below the horizon. The neighbourhood was thrust into darkness, pierced only by sickly yellow street lamps and apartment lights.

The tiny room was filled with the lingering smell of cigarette skoke and disinfectant. The place was barebones, almost empty. It made up most of the dilapidated little house. There were cracks in the ceiling, and the wallpaper was yellowed and peeling.

Morrigan looked laughably out of place, like a stray puzzle piece jammed into the wrong jigsaw.

Sitting there on the old splintering chair in his expensive slacks, puffy blouse, and shiny dress shoes with a big leather-bound book of some kind in hand, Morrigan didn't seem to realise how how much he stuck out. He didn't seem to appreciate how much of a miracle it was he hadn't had those gold earrings ripped right out of his ears either.

Silas took a long draw of his cigarette and drummed his fingers against the arms of his wheelchair, watching him silently.

It was truly stupid, coming down here so late, wearing the equivalent to a "please rob me" sign. It was almost endearing.

However, Silas couldn't entirely blame the man. It was himself who refused to go anywhere near Morrigan's sect of the city, the one comprised of wealthy suburbs with lush gardens and big houses.

That left Morrigan to make his excuses and wander down here into the slums that made his parents clutch their pearls in horror. Still, he could at least try to look broke or something.

Really, Silas never thought he'd fall for a rich brat of all things, but unfortunately for him, this rich brat was quite charming. And absentminded.

It was pretty obvious Morrigan was not, in fact, reading anything. He hadn't turned a page in the last six minutes and was instead staring blankly down at the endless strings of little black letters before him.

Silas cocked his head to the side and wondered what was going on in that ever buzzing mind. Morrigan was always thinking, always questioning, always fixated on something.

"Do you think we're together in every universe?" Morrigan blurted suddenly, finally lifting his gaze to look at Silas.

Silas blinked at him. "What?"

"Some people think there are lots of different versions of our reality. A whole lot of them." Morrigan said quickly, stretching his arms outward to emphasise his point. "And sometimes, you'll find the same partner in every single one. A soulmate, so to speak. Do you think we could be soulmates?"

He had that stupid lovestruck expression on his face that made Silas' cheeks heat up. Silas sighed.

"I don't know. Philosophy isn't something I care about. It's a nice thought, I suppose. I wouldn't mind being with you in every universe. Maybe there's one where you don't come down here begging to get mugged."

Morrigan's delighted laughter filled the night, and Silas found himself smiling, just a little bit.

-End

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[quiltofstars]

The String of Pearls Galaxy, NGC 55 // Bruce Graham

[apod]

2024 February 20

AM1054: Stars Form as Galaxies Collide Image Credit: NASA, ESA, STScI; Processing: J. English (U. Manitoba); Science: M. Rodruck (Penn State U. & Randolph-Macon C.) et al.; Text: Jayanne English (U. Manitoba).

Explanation: When galaxies collide, how many stars are born? For AM1054-325, featured here in a recently released image by the Hubble Space Telescope, the answer is millions. Instead of stars being destroyed as galaxy AM1054-325 and a nearby galaxy circle each other, their gravity and motion has ignited stellar creation. Star formation occurs rapidly in the gaseous debris stretching from AM1054-325’s yellowish body due to the other galaxy’s gravitational pull. Hydrogen gas surrounding newborn stars glows pink. Bright infant stars shine blue and cluster together in compact nurseries of thousands to millions of stars. AM1054-325 possesses over 100 of these intense-blue, dot-like star clusters, some appearing like a string of pearls. Analyzing ultraviolet light helped determine that most of these stars are less than 10 million years old: stellar babies. Many of these nurseries may grow up to be globular star clusters, while the bundle of young stars at the bottom tip may even detach and form a small galaxy.

∞ Source: apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap240220.html

[raphaeliteocean]

my yearning heart stretches to freedom, the dream of it. there is a boy with a tear-stained face, one with long dark curls and the deepest, galaxy drawn eyes any soul had ever felt. his heart skipped over some of the beats, a jazz piano organ, scatting guts, gruesome exploration. he stretches his arms out like an angel, he could show you the world, he is within very small parameters. like an ant in a matchbox, he only knows the world through corners and straight lines. i do wonder who i would be if i had the words to untangle myself as a child. all i know is explanation. it lingers and weaves and stains my capillaries, eventually travelling down to my stomach and forcing a tumble of letters to eject from a warm home to a cold room. i’m making up for lost time with a string of pearls caked with blood. do you wish to wear these ornaments? a compass, hourglass or noose. which are carved within your chest? do my aches cover or reveal you? will i ever know the clarity of existence?

[louvrou]

Unsent letter to my unrequieted love.

I have someone now- someone who loves me more than I could ever deserve. If I asked for the moon, they would bring me galaxies, stringing constellations together like pearls. They would map the stars and lay the whole expanse of the universe at my feet just to see me smile.

Yet, the cruel truth is I feel nothing for them. Not a spark, not even a shadow of love. Do you know why ? Because my heart is no longer mine. Once a garden where love flourished, now a wasteland. And you-you- where the storm that swept through. You tore everything in your way, taking everything with you. Every feeling, every flicker of warmth, every tender piece of me that knew how to love. You stole the part of me that could ever belong to someone else.

Perhaps you'll never know, or even begin to fathom, how much you meant to me, how you unraveled me. But that's okay. Life is cruel that way, retentless in its truths. And you, my love, were my lesson. A lesson carved into my soul. One I'll carry forever.

You hurt me more than I ever thought was possible. You shattered me, leaving wounds that'll never heal, scars that burn at the very thought of you. And what cuts deeper is knowing that one day, you'll forget about me. Maybe you already have. But the fragments of you, every piece of you will stay there-within me-lodged in the corners of my soul. A ghost that'll, forever, roam the debries of my shattered heart.

If only you had been cruel and heartless, then maybe I could've move on. If only I could hate you. But it was the pureness of you heart and the spark in your eyes that made me fall, hopelessly, in love with you.

You never meant to hurt me, I know that. But you did. And the pain still lingers, deep and eternal. I, also, know that I'll never mean anything to you. Not in the way you mean averything to me. So, if by some cruel twist of fate, I ever cross your mind, don't reach out to me. Don't call. Don't write. Even if you see me somewhere, don't approach me. Turn away. Let us remain the strangers we've already become. Let's keep pretending, like we do so well. Pretend the nights we spent talking until dawn didn't matter. As though the movies we shared, the songs we claimed, the quiet glances, the laughs, the love- never happened. It was all nothing, fleeting and meaningless.

And when we inevitably part ways. When we walk different paths, building futures without each other, don't look back. I won't either. But know this: I will carry you with me. Always. I will let you haunt the ruins of what's left of my heart, the empty chambers of the castle we built together, where love once lived.

And no matter how far I wander, I will never truly be free of you. Forever searching for your eyes in the face of another's child. The gaze that will bear the weight of my longing. Yet a pale, dim imitation of the spark I once knew . Then I'll realize that no other eyes could ever hold me like yours did, no borrowed light could ever reignite the stars that died with us.

[deertism]

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[sylviareviar]

I was reading my theatre textbook and it mentioned something really interesting that I think should become a widely shared headcanon about the Diamond and Pearl Clans in Hisui.

It mentioned that visual arts, like painting, photography, architecture, etc. are considered spatial arts, whilst specifically music is considered a temporal art, as it does not take up any space, but it does move through time, using the length and pitch of notes to create invisible vibrations that our ears can comprehend.

Now, I know they had Irida as the only character playing her flute for a reason other than to summon the Noble Pokemon, but could you imagine if the Diamond and Pearl Clans actually made use of spatial and temporal art as a part of their heritage and culture?

The Pearl Clan would be more well known as visual artists, who are able to make use of the bounty their land has given them to create beautiful works such as carvings, designs, tapestries, paintings, clothes, etc. Meanwhile, the Diamond Clan would have a heavy emphasis on music and dance, and maybe even some theatre. All along, they would spend their time crafting and stringing instruments and choreographing movements to honor their respective deities and Nobles, using their voices in ways the likes of the Ginkgo Guild or Galaxy Team (or villagers in Jubilife) could never even dream of doing.

Then, imagine if they came together in the end, thanks to the Galaxy Team's efforts, and as a result of coexisting, they invent the first ever kabuki shows. Wouldn't that be sick?!