#the spaceship aurora

[chaoticmannamedoliver]

Finished commission for @em-cosplay42!

The brass drumbot man and a certain inspector are on a cute garden date!

[Tap image for better quality. And info to my open commissions <here>]

[manedandunmannered]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Mechanisms (Band) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: The Aurora/Nastya Rasputina Characters: Nastya Rasputina, The Aurora (The Mechanisms) Additional Tags: Chronic Illness, Age Regression/De-Aging, Hurt/Comfort, Symbiotic Relationship, Hallucinations, Aurora messes with Nastya's brain a lil bit it's fine, Nonverbal Character Summary: Nastya's cold, Aurora's warm, each made so by their separate mechanical bloods. So there's an obvious solution to Nastya's little temperature problem, which would be a lot easier if she wasn't also little.

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Wanted to break in and finally write some agere. Now featuring Nastya (and caregiver Aurora)!! (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ

[comicaurora]

You seem to be working very hard so here, have this silly thing. As a treat.

we can't just mash up Derin and Erin like this. the names are too close and everyone's going to get confused

[t4tcomputerfucker]

i love spaceships i loooove spaceships. the vacuum of space is so unforgiving and harsh and can kill you so quickly. and there's a big beautiful loving machine holding you safely inside of it and floating along through that making sure you are okay. i love spaceships

[alphamecha-mkii]

Stargate: Atlantis - Aurora Class Blueprint by Mallacore

[entity-treasury]

Back to some new release Wednesday! The Aurora from the mechanisms is now available at Entity Treasury

[trolley-treat-kins]

Basics!:

✮┆Name: Juniper or Holly (Jun is ok too!)

✮┆Age: 19

✮┆Pronouns: Winter/Winters/Winterself, Yule/Yules/Yuleself

✮┆About: Trolley Treat Kins is a blog for kins, headmates, fictives, etc from disney related sources and media! This is not a roleplay blog and I will not accept rp related requests!

Kins!:

✮┆Elsa (primarily Frozen 2 but Frozen 1 too)

✮┆Rapunzel (the series) fictionhearted

✮┆Citizen of Tomorrowland

✮┆Questioning more

DNI!:

✮┆Basic DNI

✮┆Proshippers

✮┆System discourse

✮┆RP and/or KFF

✮┆Pro Israel

✮┆Pro cringe culture

✮┆Anti kin/alterhuman

Whitelist!:

Of course I accept all requests disney but this is what I am most familiar with

✮┆Disney parks kins/place kins

✮┆Disney movies, shows, shorts

✮┆Twisted Wonderland

✮┆Disney: Dreamlight Valley

Rules!:

✮┆Please provide a translation if you are using a color or are using a font in requests

✮┆No typing quirks

✮┆Feel free to claim an anon tag, I use them when tagging

✮┆You’re always welcome to check in an a request but please be patient and don’t rush, I do have a life outside of this blog

✮┆Requests are limited to two per user but please don’t send them in separately

The menu!:

Fashion and self care kits have limited slots open. Kinfessions, canon calls, and promos always open!

✮┆Aurora’s cake: Moodboard

✮┆Beignets: Collage board (with or without the border, with or without symbols)

✮┆Spaceship cupcakes: Pronoun and name suggestions (can be requested separately)

✮┆Wonderland cookies: Fashion kits (0/1)

✮┆Mickey caramel apple: Self care kits (0/1)

✮┆Pawpsicle: Kinfession

✮┆Minnie’s gingerbread cookies: Canon call

✮┆Yule log: Promo

✮┆Gourmet grubs: Icons

Tags!:

✮┆Aurora’s cake! | Moodboard

✮┆Beignets! | Collage

✮┆Spaceship cupcakes! | Pronoun and names

✮┆Wonderland cookies! | Fashion

✮┆Mickey caramel apple! | Self care

✮┆Pawpsicle! | Kinfession

✮┆Minnie’s gingerbread cookies! | Call

✮┆Yule log! | Promo

✮┆Gourmet grubs! | Icons

✮┆Order up! -finished requests

✮┆Order taken! -requests in progress

✮┆The Fifth Spirit❄️! -text posts

Credits!:

✮┆Icon: @/callieskinhelp

✮┆Header: Frozen 2 visual development by Annette Marnat

[galacticsabc]

Made one of those travel posters for a dnd campaign set in space.

[novelistwriter]

Phantom Sea Emperor

DP x DC Prompt

Danny had been bored as the Ghost King, having reigned for centuries with his friends and family, so he went to Clockwork to check on the timelines of some dimensions with the Time Ghost, again.

Instead, he found himself underwater and looking completely different than usual. This is something to cure his boredom, so he accepts that this is his temporary life until he either dies again or is brought back to the Infinite Realms manually.

Many years go by, and Danny hears the sound of something big falling into the oceanic planet he calls home. He goes to investigate and finds a massive spaceship that's had a crash landing. He searches the area for any survivors but finds none. The next day, he comes across three humans who had survived the crash. He spends time with them, but they die from smaller 'Leviathan's' as the Humans call them and him.

It was another 10 years until he would encounter more humans in another crashed spaceship. But these humans are colorful and are obviously heroes of some kind, and they have little Ghost Babies!

Meanwhile, the Batfam has found themselves stranded on an oceanic planet when they snuck aboard the 'Aurora' with no way to contact the Justice League for aid. They have found an old and damaged log about a 'Phantom Sea Emperor' from previous humans on a ship known as the 'Degasi' that crashed on the planet they are on.

The Batfam try their best to avoid any of the dangerous wildlife on the planet, but the 'Phantom Sea Emperor' had found them. They expected to be eaten or something, but instead, they were greeted telepathically by the Leviathan Class creature. Jason, Damian, and Cass are being treated as "babies" by the creature.

[average-ww-enjoyer]

Guys do not encourage this it's a problem /silly

Do not fuck with my sapphic relationships

They mean the world to me

[bluberimufim]

Nine People Tag

I was tagged by @writeblr-of-my-own for this and this one has an extra bit to the tag game do I'll do it.

Three Ships

Technically directly opposed by canon but Beefleaf from TGCF is such a good ship

Whatever tf the ship name of Stede Bonnet and Blackbeard is in OFMD (Sted? Gentlebeard? Beach??)

Also non-canon Diluven from Genshin. They have such Themes

The Aurora from the mechs

Last Movie

Probably still Asteroid City? I don't watch a lot of movies...

Currently reading

I'm gonna re-read the entire Broken Empire Series!! I just ordered the last book online after searching for it since 2019! One of my favourite series of all time!!

Currently watching

*sighhh* Still the telenovela parody. No, I still haven't watched a single episode more...

Currently consuming

Last thing I ingested was a glass of milk. Just cold milk.

Currently craving

I hath been longing for bubble tea. But I hath not the money.

And I would like to tag @ellierenae and @turnthemasunder-if . You don't need to do it, it's cool.

[thatgiraffefromtlou]

The Aurora Project

(part 1)

paring: ellie williams x fem!reader(ish?)

summary: as a result of a malfunction, you and ellie awaken from cryosleep aboard a spaceship with no memory. will you find evidence that you’re more than just shipmates? something to give reason to your nagging familiarity to the stranger you wake up next to?

warnings: eventual explicit language, potential for smut in later chapters (depending), close description of the start of a panic attack? maybe? idk that’s what mine feels like. uh cringy teasing idk- lmk if there’s more this is pretty tame-

A/N: ellie loves space, we love ellie, why now combine the two? i’m really gonna try my best to finish this one. because it’s not in the tlou universe i don’t have to match naughtydogs pacing in the games (like i do with my other DYHMN) and can make up my own so it won’t be such a long story! still long and definitely slow burn tho!

work count: 2.6K

– Chapter one –

The hiss of escaping air pierced the silence, a sharp and startling sound that jolted you from your dreamless slumber. Your eyes snapped open, your vision blurry and unfocused, struggling to adjust to the dim light that surrounded you. The metallic taste of cryosleep lingered on your tongue, a bitter reminder of your long suspension. You gasped, drawing in your first conscious breath in what felt like an eternity, the cool air burning your lungs as if you'd forgotten how to breathe.

Disoriented, you fumbled with the release mechanism of your pod, your fingers clumsy and uncooperative. The smooth, cold surface of the controls felt alien under your touch. As the glass canopy finally slid open with a soft whoosh, the chill of the ship's recycled air kissed your skin, causing goosebumps to ripple across your body in its wake. The sensation was both uncomfortable and oddly invigorating, a stark contrast to the numbness of your suspended state.

Your muscles protested vehemently as you pushed yourself up with a groan, your movements sluggish and uncoordinated. Every fiber of your being ached, as if you'd run a marathon in your sleep. "Where... where am I?" you mumbled to yourself, your voice barely above a whisper, hoarse and dry from disuse. The words felt strange in your mouth, your tongue thick and unresponsive.

The low emergency lights cast an eerie red glow across the vast expanse of the cryobay, creating long, ominous shadows that danced along the walls as they flashed. Your gaze, still adjusting to consciousness, slowly scanned the room, taking in the surreal scene before you. Lines of pods, seemingly endless in number, filled the space, each containing a silent, motionless figure. The dim white light emanating from within the pods created a strange, almost ethereal contrast to the blinking of the red emergency lights, giving the entire bay an otherworldly atmosphere.

As your mind gradually cleared, you slowly started to realize the gravity of your situation. You'd woken from your cryosleep, but why? A small panic began to creep through your chest, its icy tallons wrapping around your heart. Your head swam, an almost floaty feeling overtaking you as you grappled with your new reality. The disconnect between your last conscious memory and your current situation was jarring, leaving you feeling untethered and lost.

You forced yourself to take a few deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heart and clear the fog from your mind. With great effort, you struggled to slide out of your pod, every muscle in your body aching and pleading you to stop. The simple act of movement felt like an insurmountable task, your limbs heavy and uncooperative. You had no idea how long it had been since you'd last used your muscles, but from the way they felt - weak, stiff, and painfully sore - and the way your throat was begging for water, parched and raw, you'd say it had been a pretty significant amount of time. Months? Years? The uncertainty only added to your growing anxiety.

With trembling legs, you finally managed to get on your feet, immediately reaching out to hold onto the edge of your pod for support. The cool metal under your fingers provided only a small measure of comfort. "Hello?" you called out, your voice cracking, barely louder than before. Your heart raced, pounding so hard you could feel it in your throat. The sound of your own voice echoing in the vast, silent chamber only intensified your feeling of isolation.

There was no response to your call; all you were met with was the low, persistent hum of the machines around you, the sound of your own panicked breathing, loud in the oppressive silence, and the whoosh of your heart beat in your ears. The lack of any human presence or activity only heightened your sense of unease. Slowly, carefully, you turned your head, your gaze falling upon the pod next to yours. To your surprise and relief, its occupant was stirring, showing signs of life amidst the previous stillness.

A woman with dark auburn hair struggled with the release mechanism of her pod, mirroring your own recent experience. Her movements were just as sluggish and uncoordinated as yours had been. You turned your body, every movement still an effort, and slowly walked around to stand at the foot of her pod. Your progress was painfully slow, each step deliberate as you used the edges of the pods for support, your legs still unsteady beneath you.

As you watched, the glass canopy of her pod slid open with a soft hiss, a type of misty fog slowly spilling out, curling and dissipating in the air. The woman inside sat up, her movements jerky and uncertain. As she looked around, her expression mirrored the confusion you felt, a mix of disorientation and growing alarm evident in her features.

"Are you alright?" you asked, your voice still rough but gaining strength. The woman turned at the sound, your words seeming to bring her down from her disoriented state. Her green eyes, bright and alert despite the lingering effects of cryosleep, met yours. As your gazes locked, a flicker of recognition flooded your brain, quick and elusive. It was gone almost as soon as it appeared, quickly replaced by uncertainty and a nagging sense that you should know this person, even though you couldn't place how or why.

"I... I think so," the woman replied, her brow furrowed in concentration. Her voice was as dry and raspy as yours had been, another testament to the long period of disuse. She cleared her throat, the sound harsh in the quiet of the cryobay, before she spoke again. "I'm Dr. Williams. At least, that's what my pod says." She motioned to the foot of her pod, where a nameplate was clearly visible. Her eyes, however, held a mix of confusion and frustration as she continued, "But I can't... I can't remember anything else." She shook her head in defeat, her dark hair falling around her face, adding to her disheveled appearance.

The admission sent a chill down your spine. It wasn't just you, then. The realization that you weren't alone in your confusion was both comforting and alarming.

Your breath caught in your throat as the implications of her words sank in. "I'm…" you began, then paused, suddenly unsure. You looked over to your nameplate at the foot of your pod, reading the name etched there. You gave the woman your name, but your tone was questioning, uncertain, as if you were trying the sound of it for the first time. Your eyes found hers again as you spoke, searching for any sign of recognition or familiarity. "But I don't remember much either," you admitted, the words leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

There was a heavy pause as you both looked around the cryo bank, taking in the rows upon rows of occupied pods, the blinking lights, and the humming silence. A deeper sense of panic began to fill your chest, more intense than before. The enormity of the situation was starting to sink in - you were awake, with no memory, on what appeared to be a massive ship, with potentially hundreds or thousands of others still in cryosleep. "Are we the only ones… awake…?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking the words too loudly might make the situation more real, more terrifying.

The woman looked back at you, her expression a mixture of hesitation and uncertainty. "I'm not sure... I think so..." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. There was a prolonged pause as you both continued to search the room with your eyes, desperately seeking any clue that might shed light on your situation. "But why...?" she finally asked, voicing the question that had been echoing in your own mind. Why? And not just why, but how? How did you end up here, in this unfamiliar place, with gaps in your memory?

You strain to recall your last clear memory, the one that stood out the most was only a fleeting image. A brief flash of signing a document. The paper, you remembered, was meant to secure you the very pod from which you had just awakened. But the reasons behind your signature and your intended destination remained frustratingly elusive. Along with most of your past experiences, these crucial details seemed to have vanished from your mind.

It was as if your brain had undergone a selective wipe, retaining only the information necessary for basic survival. Perhaps even the lessons your experiences had taught you remained, but the experiences themselves had faded away like morning mist. You couldn't help but wonder: Was this a common side effect of cryo sleep? Had the people who placed you in this state warned you about potential memory loss? If so, those warnings were now lost to you as well. How long would this amnesia last? Would your memories ever fully return?

These questions swirled in your mind, each one giving birth to a dozen more, creating a dizzying spiral of uncertainty and confusion. You felt yourself being pulled deeper into this mental whirlpool, losing touch with your immediate surroundings.

Suddenly, the woman called out your name, her voice cutting through your spiraling thoughts like a knife. Your head snapped back to face her, the motion so quick it left you slightly disoriented. As your eyes met hers, you experienced a flooding sensation of familiarity again, a feeling that dissipated as quickly as it had come. The constant ebb and flow of recognition was both frustrating and deeply unsettling. In an attempt to regain your composure, you shook your head, as if trying to physically dislodge the confusion. "Sorry, yeah... I don't know..." you managed to stammer out, your voice sounding foreign to your own ears.

For what felt like an eternity, the two of you stood there, locked in a mutual gaze. Neither of you seemed capable of finding the right words to break the heavy silence that had settled between you. The atmosphere was thick with tension, your nerves on edge as you both continued to search each other's faces for any sign of recognition or understanding. Finally, the woman spoke, her voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "Help me out of this thing?" she asked, gesturing to her cryo pod.

You nodded silently, moving to assist her. However, as you reached out, you quickly realized that you weren't in much better shape yourself. Your muscles, still sluggish from the prolonged period of inactivity, protested against even this simple movement. Despite your best efforts, you found yourself offering little more than moral support as she struggled to extricate herself from the pod.

As she finally managed to step out, her hand inadvertently brushed against yours. The brief contact sent an unexpected jolt through your body, an inexplicable warmth spreading from the point of contact and radiating through your chest. Instinctively, your eyes snapped up to meet hers, half-expecting to see a face you'd known your entire life. Instead, you were met with the same mix of confusion and intrigue that you felt mirrored in your own expression. The familiarity of the sensation contrasted sharply with the stranger's face before you, adding another layer to the frustration of your situation.

"We need to figure out what's going on," the woman declared after a moment, her voice carrying a forced confidence that barely masked her underlying uncertainty. You found yourself nodding in agreement once more, still reeling from the unexpected warmth that her simple touch had evoked. It was as if your body remembered something your mind had forgotten, a connection that transcended your current state of confusion.

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you took a step back and began to survey your surroundings more thoroughly. Your eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of an exit. The woman seemed to have the same idea, her gaze darting from one corner of the room to another. Without exchanging words, you both began to move away from your pods, heading in the same direction down a long corridor lined with other cryo units. You could only hope that this path would lead you to some answers, or at the very least, a way out of this situation.

As you walked side by side, a thought suddenly surfaced in your mind. "Dr. Williams?" you ventured, turning to look at the woman. She responded with a soft hum, indicating that she was listening. You hesitated for a moment, your eyes dropping to your feet before meeting hers again. "What's your first name? If you can remember, I mean. Might be easier than Dr. Williams..." You trailed off, feeling somewhat awkward about the question.

To your surprise, she let out a soft chuckle. The sound was strangely familiar, sending a small rush of heat to your cheeks. Why was everything about this woman so familiar, so intimately known to you, yet simultaneously foreign? Like smelling something outside in the wind and feeling the emotions attached to that smell, only to not be able to put your finger on what and why. The feeling was tantalizingly close, hovering just at the edge of recognition, like a word on the tip of your tongue. And only sometimes were you blessed with the epiphany of what that smell was, days or even weeks later, that would strike without warning, bringing with it a flood of understanding and the satisfying click of pieces falling into place. "Ellie," she replied, a smile playing on her lips as she watched for your reaction. Your brow furrowed slightly as you processed this information. "You remember that, or was it on the pod?" you asked, unable to keep a hint of teasing disbelief from your voice. After all, you had awakened first, yet she seemed to be recovering her memories more quickly.

Ellie's smile widened, taking on a slightly sheepish quality. "It was on the pod," she admitted, "but it feels right now that I've said it out loud." You nodded, understanding the sentiment. "Ellie..." you repeated, testing the name on your tongue. It yet again felt familiar, comfortable, as if you had said it countless times before.

As the two of you continued your search for an exit from the bay, you couldn't shake the persistent feeling that there was more to your relationship than simply being shipmates or colleagues. The ease of your interactions, the inexplicable warmth you felt in her presence, and the nagging sense of familiarity – it all pointed to a deeper connection. These sensations were too intense, too immediate to be explained by a chance meeting between strangers.

Your eyes drifted to the viewports lining the corridor, taking in the vast expanse of space beyond. The cosmos stretched out infinitely, a silent witness to the mysteries of your past and the uncertainties of your future. As you gazed at the star-studded blackness, you couldn't help but wonder what other secrets it held. What events had led you to this moment? What purpose had brought you to this ship, drifting through the endless void? And most intriguingly, what role did Ellie play in your forgotten past?

The questions multiplied with each step you took, but answers remained frustratingly out of reach. You glanced at Ellie, noticing that she too seemed lost in thought, her brow furrowed in concentration. Perhaps together, you could unravel the enigma of your shared circumstances. For now, all you could do was press forward, hoping that somewhere in this vast ship, you would find the key to unlocking your memories and understanding her true purpose in your life.

part 2:

A/N: lmk if so if u wanna be in the tag list!

[apod]

2024 March 12

A Galaxy-Shaped Rocket Exhaust Spiral Credit & Copyright: Seung Hye Yang

Explanation: What's that over the horizon? What may look like a strangely nearby galaxy is actually a normal rocket's exhaust plume -- but unusually backlit. Although the SpaceX Falcon 9 rocket was launched from Vandenberg Space Force Base in California, USA, its burned propellant was visible over a much wider area, with the featured photograph being taken from Akureyri, Iceland. The huge spaceship was lifted off a week ago, and the resulting spectacle was captured soon afterward with a single 10-second smartphone exposure, before it quickly dissipated. Like noctilucent clouds, the plume's brightness is caused by the Twilight Effect, where an object is high enough to be illuminated by the twilight Sun, even when the observer on the ground experiences the darkness of night. The spiral shape is caused by the Falcon rocket reorienting to release satellites in different directions. Stars and faint green and red aurora appear in the background of this extraordinary image.

∞ Source: apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap240312.html

[alphamecha-mkii]

[sacrifesse]

┣▇▇▇═─ SPACE iD PACK 〰️

🌌 ︵︵ REQUESTED BY ANON ᶻ 𝗓

🌌 ︵︵ TAGGiNG @id-pack-archive ᶻ 𝗓

✙ ︵︵ SYSTEM NAMES : the shining stars (system) , the astronauts , the supernova system , the spaceship system , the cosmos (collective) , the comet collective , the constellation collective , the stardust system , the infinites , the aliens , the star gazers , the cosmic collective

✙ ︵︵ NAMES : nova¹ , celeste¹ , celestine¹ , luna , eclipse , stelle , stella , apollo , atlas , cosmo , orion , comet , aurora¹ , aries , phoebe , juno , esther , juliet , cyra¹ , jupiter , mars , miranda , neptune , star² , sky , sol

¹ names that certain alters of the darling stars use

² names we go by as a collective

✙ ︵︵ PRONOUNS : galaxy galaxys , star stars , astronaut astronauts , space spaces , ship ships , cosmos cosmos , comet comets , constellation constellations , stardust stardusts , alien aliens , universe universes , infinite infinites , moon moons , sun suns , planet planets , void voids , vast vasts , gravity gravitys , rocket rockets , satellite satellites , 🔭 🔭s , 🪐 🪐s , ☄️ ☄️s , 🛸 🛸s , 👽 👽s , 🛰️ 🛰️s , 🚀 🚀s , 👾 👾s , 🌌 🌌s , ✨ ✨s , ⭐️ ⭐️s , 🌟 🌟s , 💫 💫s , 🌠 🌠s

✙ ︵︵ USERNAMES : starryscars , starryeyed , luvlystars , spaceluvr , moonlitavenues , moonlitpath , starrybunnie , cryingcosmos

✙ ︵︵ TiTLES : the astronaut , the alien , prn who explores (the depths of) space , prn who is weightless , the weightless one , prn who peers through the telescope , the star gazer , prn who watches the stars

✙ ︵︵ LABELS : galactic system

✙ ︵︵ GENDER SYSTEMS : genderstar

✙ ︵︵ GENDERS : spacegender , stargender , fargalaxian , astroscenic , galaxyboba(gender) , spacefoxic , hauntspacian , galaxyflower , galaxyhacker , galaxystimgif , cosmiclatteic , galaxyabomination , innerplanetan , outerplanetan , titanmoonic , explodastrian , nephoastragender , galain , hexaturmic , enientic , noxventic , sueaumoc , noctichrine , canistellation , heavoid , beltzelestial , universpacic , multiverocus , spacecoric , lumicattic , lumipuppic , lumibunnic , moongender , galasterios , staric , nasagender , stargalactic , destria

[PT: space id pack. requested by anon. tagging id-pack-archive. system names. names. pronouns. usernames. titles. labels. gender systems. genders. /END PT]

[subnausea]

Revamped Ryley Headcanons!

The main reason I'm doing this is because 1. I forgot some things about my version of Ryley that I was going to put in the old hc post 2. We have new information about him

To start off, for those who didn't see my old hc post, here's some things about my Ryley:

He has piebaldism (credit to @paperpiperpeeperpopper for the hc) and dyes the streaks blue, his first job was working at a grocery store (projecting), he hates being called a janitor, has a single cuddlefish pet called Nimbus and has lots of scars!

one across his face which caused him to go blind in one eye

one across his nose

a large one on his shoulder from a crashfish

lots of nibbles on his forearms

and a bite on his ankle

Right then, so for the new headcanons...

My Ryley is still autistic. Still hates mushy textures, still pretty good at dealing with what other autistics may find overstimulating, but with one key difference.

The newly found scrapped PDA logs reveal that Ryley can talk, and implied that he was going to be voice acted at a later stage.

As this came from the unused files of early access Below Zero, I regard this information as canon, along with how he managed to have his debt forgiven by using his discoveries as leverage against the Alterran executives.

But as homage to the popular mute Ryley headcanon, I will say that as a child he started off as non-speaking, resulting from his autism. With the help of speech therapy he became able to vocalise his thoughts however may sometimes have trouble speaking when he gets overwhelmed.

Also on the page of being autistic, one thing I forgot to mention in the last post how how Ryley stims! I, personally, stim by hand-flapping, but seeing as majority of the time Ryley is underwater and is usually holding things in his hands, he's adapted to stimming by kicking his feet.

After becoming infected with Kharaa he became interested in how bacteria and diseases actually work, so one of his special interests is epidemiology.

Ryley is biromantic asexual :3 not sex repulsed but that doesn't mean he's any less ace! He just doesn't feel the need or desire to engage in sexual intimacy.

We see him do things with both of his hands in the game, so boom, ambidextrous mr. robinson.

Also also! The scrapped PDA logs I mentioned before say that, in exchange for Ryley keeping quiet about the Aurora crash, he can take up whatever Alterran job and pay package he wants.

SPACESHIP MECHANIC RYLEY.

No more janitor, no no, he fixes up all the rockets. Ryley holding a screwdriver with long hair tied back in a bun, sweating a little bit and clothes stained with grease.... ouughhhh

In my old post I said he has a safe shallows base, a mushroom forest base (abandoned), and a grand reef base. Adding to that, he also made one on the floating island for when he feels seasick.

Visits the safe shallows base most often, to escape from the hostile fish and give himself a break. Will stay at the grand reef base to keep one of the five sea emperor juveniles company.

Bonus! After coming back from 4546B he adopts a brown tabby kitten and names him Bart

and here's a shameless promotion because I'm trying to spread around my art