#we are a way for the cosmos to know itself

[blondebrainpowered]

Carl Sagan on Cosmos - The Lives of the Stars, 1980

[mariasont]

short n sweet but we need one where spencer loves head scratches and getting his hair played with

Heart Nebula - S.R

summary: spencer tells you every atom in your body was once part of a star, but you think he's the celestial wonder worth studying. pairings: spencer reid x reader warnings: fluff galore, existentialism, star-gazing, astrophysics inaccuracies im so sure wc: 2.1k

"You'd be so proud of me today, you know."

You scoot closer, disrupting the careful folds of the blanket. The fabric bunches beneath your legs, damp soil seeps through, not quite wet enough to be a problem, but enough to make you aware of it. A blade of grass tickles stubbornly at your ankle. You wiggle your foot once, twice, it stays. Some things do.

Your pinky grazes his, the barest of contact, but he turns his head anyway. The night seems to fold him in shadow, softens his features, makes him look almost ethereal. His eyes give him away, glinting back at you, tiny shards of cosmos blinking back at you. It should be impossible to feel jealously of the sky, and yet.

"Yeah?" The familiar crease settles between his brows, a well-loved marker in the pages of him. His head tilts, waiting, not impatiently, already certain he's going to love your answer. "Why's that?"

Your smile jumps ahead of you, swells into one of those too-big-for-your-face grins. The kind that crinkles your nose, bunches your cheeks, makes your face ache after a while.

"I learned about a nebula."

Spencer's laugh starts in his chest and works its way out, rattling through his ribs, shaking his shoulders, until the momentum knocks his knee into yours.

"Look at you," he says, all teasing admiration. "I am proud. Which one?"

"I think It was called the Heart Nebula?" You glance at him, waiting, watching, half-hoping that he'll recognize the name, that he'll give you that little nod of confirmation.

He does. You beam.

"I saw a picture earlier, and it was just —," You trail off, eyes tipping upwards, letting the sky steal whatever poetic explanation you were about to give. "I don't know. Too beautiful to be real."

Spencer had been so excited when you told him you wanted to stargaze, his eyes had practically glowed, already rattling off a dozen facts about atmospheric conditions and celestial visibility, and why tonight was perfect.

He barely took a breath before he had been launching into a dozen more reasons, winding himself up so tight with words that the only way to release them, apparently, was kissing you. Feverishly.

Like he had no other way to translate his excitement into something tangible, something felt.

It made you want to promise him everything, to tell him you'd do this forever, that you'd let him drag you under the stars a thousand times over if it meant being kissed like that.

Spencer glances at you, his mouth twitching like you've just said the punchline to a joke you don't realize you're telling. You're here, waxing about a sky full of ancient light, calling the Heart Nebula too beautiful to be real, and he's looking at you like you've missed the most obvious part.

You narrow your eyes, but he only shakes his head, like whatever crossed his mind was his to keep.

"The Heart Nebula is full of newborn stars," he tells you, gaze still pointed on the sky. "Their radiation makes the gas glow red, pink. The whole thing shifts under stellar winds, reshaping itself, over and over again."

His voice wades its way through the parts of your brain, finding its place. He has this way of explaining things, of turning something infinite into something intimate. 

And you love that. Love how he does that. Love the way he sees things. Love him.

"It's about 7,500 light-years away. Which means the light we're seeing now left before humans even figured out agriculture." A small, disbelieving laugh escapes him. "By the time it reaches us, whatever we're looking at doesn't exist the same way anymore. It's already changed. Probably unrecognizable."

His fingers twitch against his thigh, probably resisting the urge to gesture. "Space is weird like that."

"I don't know, Spence," you tease, fingers pinching the sleeve of his shirt, catching just enough of him to feel real. His dimple carves into his cheek and your heart stumbles, caught between beats. "It kind of sounds like you're telling me I can't trust my own eyes."

"Well, technically you can't." He turns fully toward you, dimple still firmly in place, eyes flicking, too quickly, too obviously, to your lips. "The human eye takes in scattered bits of light, and your brain—" he taps your temple for emphasis "—fills in the blanks. Adjusts for shadows, alters colors based on what it thinks is there. Your eyes are compulsive liars."

He pauses, tiling his head, considering. "And since our perception is limited by our optic nerves, no one really sees their own eyes the way others do. Which is a shame, because if you could see yours the way I do, you'd understand why I can't help but stare."

There are moments when Spencer says something so casually devastating that your brain just empties, and this is absolutely one of them. Your mouth opens, then closes again.

"That's —" Your voice catches, so you clear your throat, shake your head, try to reassemble your thoughts. "That's a really unfair thing to say, you know."

Spencer blinks, like he’s running back through the conversation in real time, replaying his own words to figure out what, exactly, made you forget how to breathe. 

"Why?"

"Because some of us have a very delicate hold on their emotional stability, and you—” you point at him, accusing “— just shattered it in two sentences."

"Technically, that’s the limbic system at work. The amygdala controls emotional reactivity, but the prefrontal cortex tempers it."

You would try to unpack that, really, you would, but then his hands find your waist, and suddenly the ground isn't where you thought it was. You gasp, giggle, crash right into him, catching yourself with shaking hands against his chest.

"So really," he continues, as if you aren't sprawled across him, "if your emotional stability was shattered, you should blame your neural pathways, not me."

Your fingers twist in his hair as you lean in to kiss him, deeply and thoroughly, like proof, like inevitability maybe, a thought forming in real time, one you can press straight into his skin. 

"Maybe my neural pathways are just adapting to something worth remembering," you whisper, and the way he stills, the way his lips part just slightly, makes you think you might not be the only one.

Spencer makes a small, pleased noise against your lips, something that was half sighed and smiled, and you feel it, all of it, in the way his throat moves beneath your fingertips as he swallows.

"That... might be my favorite use of neuroscience yet."

You flash him a grin. "And you thought I wasn't paying attention when you ramble."

"I should've known you'd find a way to weaponize it."

You let your full weight settle onto him, chin perched on his chest, his heartbeat a slow song beneath your cheek. Your fingers slip into his hair, threading through soft strands, nails scraping lightly over his scalp, testing a theory you already know the answer to.

Yeah. Definite reaction.

"So that's what it takes, huh?" you tease, lips curling against the material of his shirt. You scratch again to be sure, and his next breath comes slower. "Just a well-placed brain chemistry reference?"

"From you? Yeah, that'll do it."

"Noted." A pause. Then, softer. "Keep talking to me about space."

"You know, you're kind of demanding." Spencer's fingers skate along your waist before he squeezes, firm and quick, like a punctuation mark to his sentence. 

Your head lifts, eyebrow quirked, fingers hovering just out of reach, close enough for him to feel the absence. "Excuse me?"

His smirk vanishes instantly, wiped clean, replaced by something perilously close to distress. His hands twitch at your waist, fingers moving like he can pull you back, like he can make you continue if he just wants it badly enough.

"Wait, wait, I was kidding," he rushes out, voice just shy of frantic. “Don't stop."

You grin, tilting your head like you're considering it. "Hmmm. Apologize."

"I — okay, I'm sorry, you're perfect, please —" his breath hitches, his laugh a little wild, a little helpless, "please keep going."

You giggle, fingertips weaving back into his hair. His response is immediate, a low, shaky sound that buzzes against your skin, something so content it makes warmth spreads through you like a lit fuse, spilling all the way down to your toes.

Spencer smirks, fingers drumming against your waist.

"You really don't let a guy off easy, do you?" He pauses for a second, glancing past you at the sky like he's taking in his options.

"Alright. Here's a fact you might like, every single part of you was once part of a star. All the heavier elements in your body, oxygen, carbon, nitrogen, they were formed in the core of ancient stars, forged under immense heat and pressure, then scattered across the galaxy when those stars died, reforming."

His words drift to you, but you don't catch them all. You're too busy watching him.

Out here, in the absence of light pollution, you can see him more clearly than ever. The starlight doesn't just touch him, it claims him, dusting his skin in silver, catching in his lashes, turning the slopes of him almost unreal. Like if you blink too long, he might disappear, slip back into the night where he belongs. A constellation carved into the shape of a person.

You used to think brown was such a simple color. But then you met him, saw his eyes, now it's in everything. Wet earth after rain, cinnamon dusted over coffee, burnt sugar on your tongue.

And now, he’s teaching you it’s also carbon and oxygen forged in the cores of dying stars, pieces of the galaxy that had traveled billions of years to become chocolate flecks on a beautiful face.

He was right, it is a shame people never see their eyes the way others do.

"But how?" you ask. "Like... how does something go from being part of a star to being part of us?"

Spencer exhales softly and you can see the way he loves the question.

 "It's a long process. Billions of years, actually. When a star explodes, it sends all those elements out into space. They mix with other interstellar material, forming new stars, planets, and eventually..." He taps a gentle finger against your stomach. "You."

"That's kind of incredible."

Spencer huffs a quiet laugh, grinning, that beautiful grin, the one that makes your chest feel too small for your heart. His fingers find your temple, trail gently down to your cheek, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Then, without pause, he leans in and presses the gentlest kiss to your nose.

"It is," he murmurs, thumb brushing against your cheek. "We're built from pieces of space, borrowed, passed down, stitched together by time."

"So you're saying we've been part of the same universe forever? That's kind of romantic, Spence."

"It's also backed by astrophysics. Science just happens to be romantic sometimes. "

"Well, good," you murmur, pressing a kiss to his neck. "I like knowing there's proof... but I think I would've believed it anyway."

You barely have time to register the flicker in his eyes before, he moves. In a second, you're on your back, the sky stretching endlessly behind him. The stars flicker, countless and beautiful, but right now, they might as well not exist.

Because all you see is him.

He hovers over you, gaze intent, studying you, like you're a phenomenon he never expected to witness up close. Like he's sure now, more than he's ever been about anything. Like you are the discovery of a lifetime.

"The universe has been expanding for 13.8 billion years," he murmurs, fingers trailing along your jaw. "But I don't think it's ever made anything more beautiful than you."

Heat blooms beneath your skin. "More than the Heart Nebula?"

It should sound like teasing. It doesn't.

Spencer exhales, almost like he's amused by your doubt.

"The Heart Nebula exists purely because gravity and radiation dictate that it must. But you..." His gaze softens. "You exist because of a thousand tiny impossibilities stacking on top of each other. The odds of you, of this, are so astronomically low that it shouldn't have happened at all."

Spencer just looks at you for a moment. You don't move, don't breathe. And then he kisses you.

It crashes over you, stealing your breath before you even realize it's happening. His hands tighten at your sides, pulling you closer, like the space between you is unbearable. It's not rushed nor desperate, but it is consuming, the kind of thing that makes it impossible to think of anything else.

When he breaks away, he doesn't go far, forehead resting against yours. "If the universe was capable of making something more beautiful, it would have done it by now."

And maybe that’s true. Maybe the universe, for all its galaxies and nebulae and infinite expanse, never did anything better than this. Not just you, but you and him together. 

Or maybe the universe will never quite get it right again. Because maybe this was its best work.

But it won’t stop trying. It never does. Even after you’re gone, even after you and Spencer are nothing but scattered atoms, the universe will keep going. Creating. Expanding. Changing. New stars will be born, dust will settle into something new, planets will form, galaxies will stretch apart. And maybe, somewhere, the pieces that were once you and him will find their way back to each other. And maybe, if the universe has any kindness left in it, they’ll get to love like this.

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[without-ado]

...Some part of our being knows this is where we came from. We long to return, and we can, because the cosmos is also within us. We're made of star stuff. We are a way for the cosmos to know itself.

l Webb & Hubble via NASA 360 l Carl Sagan "Cosmos"

[drchucktingle]

non-dysphoric soul

i am not a religious buckaroo and dont think i ever will be. this universe is so wonderful and my life so blessed that idea of needing something more does not make any sense to me. what we KNOW about existence already takes my breath away, i do not need the unknown. i am so happy and thankful as is

HOWEVER i am also curious and while i do not NEED the grand unknown i find it exciting and romantic sometimes. i FEEL it in art, and i am not arrogant enough to think 'i know everything'. i do not. so there is a door within me that is open to something spiritual for lack of a better word.

lately i feel the door opening wider and wider and while i think most folks think of my agnostic trot as a sort of SIDEKICK to atheism, to me it is really its own thing that has plenty of room for thoughts of 'well maybe there is something more? i do not know so lets bask in it and see what happens'

i think single most important part of my journey as spiritual buckaroo has been self reflection and personal understanding of my own non-dysphoric transness. which is interesting because i think some who CLAIM to be spiritual in the specific american christian sense have a large anti-trans history

and it makes me think ‘kinda wild that you can believe in a soul that is distinct from all the firing neurons and churning cells of your body, some separate trot outside of known matter and energy, and then claim that this soul ALWAYS ends up in a correspondingly gendered slot?’ couldnt wires cross?

REMINDER i am not a religious person. i am not sure if there is a soul out there that defies any sort of quantifiable trot. maybe this SELF i feel is just electrical currents of a brain trying VERY HARD to convince itself of something more. the jury is out. ITS OKAY. in fact the mystery is beautiful

over time, i feel like i get hints from the jury, one or two heads poppin out from the jury chambers to wink and say there is something more. A SOUL. whether that soul is a wonder of science of a wonder of the great beyond will probably never be answered. that is just fine with me. i do not need it

point is, my understanding of my own self and my non-dysphoric trans way can BEST (maybe ONLY) be described in terms of a soul. i have no desire to change, no dysphoria, no plans. it has never had a impact on my life and very likely never will, but feeling is true. id be lying to say otherwise.

so with all the politics around gender and who can identify as what and on and on, i find myself saying ‘well my soul is this, and my body is this, and that is fine. i love my body and i love my soul and they happen to be two different trots’. its easy to miss the SOUL part of that conversation

'A SOUL?' i suddenly think. 'WHAT THE HECK? YOU DONT BELIEVE IN SOULS'. and i have to remind myself, ‘well you dont believe in anything really, you DONT KNOW’ and while most see this proclamation of not knowing as being closed off to all things, i see it as being open to all things

and i am grateful. how lucky that this rare sensation of soul and body disconnection could happen TO ME? because it declares THERE IS A SOUL. i know to others the trans journey is hard and i dont want to diminish that. it can be pain it can be torture. but thats not my story and theres room for all

because every day that i notice MY disconnection between body and soul is a day i get to reach into the great beyond, into the vast cosmos, and feel around for a while. i still do not expect to find anything, but DANG is it fun. and DANG is it exciting to be alive in a way that proves love to myself

[moonstoast]

We are a way for the cosmos to know itself

[strangelittlestories]

When the knight kissed the princess, and the curse did not lift, it caused some consternation.

“I don’t understand,” the knight said, her brow furrowing like a deep sea trench, “I love you more than I love chivalry, more than I love honour. Being with you makes my heart sing. It makes me feel like there is an order to the heavens. In the music of your voice, I hear the truth of the cosmos reverberated through a thousand harmonious notes.”

“That’s very nice,” replied the princess wearily, her voice a song of sharp hungers, “but I still yearn to consume the hearts of the unworthy, so *something is not right*.”

“If I may interject?” The evil fairy was still lying on the floor, the knight’s cold iron blade in their chest, blood burbling from their mouth. “It sounds like the noble Knight of the Steel Harp is not so much in love with *you* as with how you make *her feel*.”

“How can that be?” the knight asked, “I know what I feel; this love is wound right through the marrow of me. I feel it in my every atom.”

The princess looked at the knight, the dark magic making deep predacious pools of her eyes.

“Sweet knight,” she annunciated carefully around her fangs, “what is it *about me* that you love?”

“I…I love the adventures we have shared. The words we shared as we unravelled the mystery of your curse. The way we went about our journey, how our every step became more and more in sync as we reached our destination. I love how steadfastly you struggled against the foul urges of the fell enchantment upon you.”

The princess gave the knight a look that was equal parts sad and ravenous.

“You love the experience. The journey. You love my *opposition* to that which was done to me.” She closed her eyes. “I will not diminish that. The road we’ve tread means more to me than I can say; it was the whole world, and us the only people in it.”

“But a quest is not a *life*.” The evil fairy smiled despite the lifeblood leaking from their fading shell.

“And though we may love it,” the princess continued, “it is not, itself, love.”

“So what do we do?”

“First, I am going to eat that fairy’s rotten heart.” replied the princess, matter-of-factly, “and then, I suppose, we work out if there’s anything about each other that we actually like?”

“They say love makes your heart beat faster.” The fairy laughed, sickly. “In this case, its absence seems to make you *eat* hearts faster.”

“Oh, shut up.” said the princess.

And everything after that was teeth.

[pukefactory]

•☽────✧˖°˖ OLD INTERNET THEORY ˖°˖✧────☾•

★ Summary: A Compilation of Dating Headcannons Featuring ENA X Reader

★ Character(s): ENA (ENA: Web Series)

★ Genre: Headcannons, SFW

★ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

★ Image Credits: @submarine-06

☆ ENA has a habit of picking you up at random. She doesn’t ask, doesn’t give a single warning—just scoops you up and spins in circles, laughing in that glitchy, fractured way that makes your head spin worse than the motion. “Gravity is an illusion,” she declares, dropping you unceremoniously onto the floor, only to fall dramatically beside you a second later.

☆ She talks in riddles when she’s flustered. Compliment her, and she’ll freeze for exactly 2.7 seconds before her happy side glitches in, slurring something about “the essence of the cosmos intertwining with a serendipitous happenstance of adoration.” Translation: You make her nervous, and she likes it.

☆ ENA forgets how personal space works. She leans in too close when talking, tilting her head at odd angles, watching your reactions with unblinking fascination. If you back away, she follows. If you don’t, she lingers. Sometimes she just… rests her forehead against yours for a while, like you’re some sort of emotional reset button.

☆ Her emotions shift unpredictably, but you’re the one constant. One second, she’s floating around happily, arms waving like she’s conducting an invisible orchestra. The next, she’s curled in a ball, mumbling in distorted sobs. But no matter how erratic her moods get, she always finds her way back to you—gripping your sleeve, your hand, the hem of your shirt—like you’re the only thing anchoring her in place.

☆ She loves playing with your hands. Tracing the lines on your palm with her blocky fingers, comparing the warmth of her smooth side to the strange, pixelated chill of the other. Sometimes, she just holds onto you absentmindedly, like a thought she refuses to let slip away.

☆ You catch glimpses of her ‘other’ forms when she’s especially emotional. A flicker of horns when she gets too happy. A shadow of geometric sadness curling around her limbs when she’s upset. They never last long, but every time you see them, she looks at you like she’s waiting for a reaction. Waiting to see if you’ll still stay.

☆ She smells like chocolate milk, and it lingers on your clothes. You don’t know how or why, but being around her long enough means constantly smelling like some strange mix of nostalgia and glitching pixels. ENA finds this hilarious.

☆ She teaches you how to navigate her world. The absurd landscapes, the shifting physics, the “NPCs” that speak in cryptic riddles—ENA grabs your hand and pulls you through it all like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Come on, little human, let’s break reality together!”

☆ She doesn’t dream like you do, but she still shares her ‘thoughtspaces’ with you. When she ‘sleeps,’ fragments of colors and distorted sounds flicker around her, glitching in and out of existence. Sometimes, you swear you can hear your own voice among them, as if your presence has permanently embedded itself into the code of her being.

☆ ENA insists that you and she are a ‘perfect narrative contradiction.’ Whatever that means. She says it with absolute conviction, though, cradling your face between mismatched hands, eyes flickering with some unreadable emotion. “You and I—we are both the question and the answer, the paradox and the solution. Fascinating.”

[nasa]

Astronomers used three of NASA's Great Observatories to capture this multiwavelength image showing galaxy cluster IDCS J1426.5+3508. It includes X-rays recorded by the Chandra X-ray Observatory in blue, visible light observed by the Hubble Space Telescope in green, and infrared light from the Spitzer Space Telescope in red. This rare galaxy cluster has important implications for understanding how these megastructures formed and evolved early in the universe.

How Astronomers Time Travel

Let’s add another item to your travel bucket list: the early universe! You don’t need the type of time machine you see in sci-fi movies, and you don’t have to worry about getting trapped in the past. You don’t even need to leave the comfort of your home! All you need is a powerful space-based telescope.

But let’s start small and work our way up to the farthest reaches of space. We’ll explain how it all works along the way.

This animation illustrates how fast light travels between Earth and the Moon. The farther light has to travel, the more noticeable its speed limit becomes.

The speed of light is superfast, but it isn’t infinite. It travels at about 186,000 miles (300 million meters) per second. That means that it takes time for the light from any object to reach our eyes. The farther it is, the more time it takes.

You can see nearby things basically in real time because the light travel time isn’t long enough to make a difference. Even if an object is 100 miles (161 kilometers) away, it takes just 0.0005 seconds for light to travel that far. But on astronomical scales, the effects become noticeable.

This infographic shows how long it takes light to travel to different planets in our solar system.

Within our solar system, light’s speed limit means it can take a while to communicate back and forth between spacecraft and ground stations on Earth. We see the Moon, Sun, and planets as they were slightly in the past, but it's not usually far enough back to be scientifically interesting.

As we peer farther out into our galaxy, we use light-years to talk about distances. Smaller units like miles or kilometers would be too overwhelming and we’d lose a sense of their meaning. One light-year – the distance light travels in a year – is nearly 6 trillion miles (9.5 trillion kilometers). And that’s just a tiny baby step into the cosmos.

The Sun’s closest neighboring star, Proxima Centauri, is 4.2 light-years away. That means we see it as it was about four years ago. Betelgeuse, a more distant (and more volatile) stellar neighbor, is around 700 light-years away. Because of light’s lag time, astronomers don’t know for sure whether this supergiant star is still there! It may have already blasted itself apart in a supernova explosion – but it probably has another 10,000 years or more to go.

What looks much like craggy mountains on a moonlit evening is actually the edge of a nearby, young, star-forming region NGC 3324 in the Carina Nebula. Captured in infrared light by the Near-Infrared Camera (NIRCam) on NASA’s James Webb Space Telescope, this image reveals previously obscured areas of star birth.

The Carina Nebula clocks in at 7,500 light-years away, which means the light we receive from it today began its journey about 3,000 years before the pyramids of Giza in Egypt were built! Many new stars there have undoubtedly been born by now, but their light may not reach Earth for thousands of years.

An artist’s concept of our Milky Way galaxy, with rough locations for the Sun and Carina nebula marked.

If we zoom way out, you can see that 7,500 light-years away is still pretty much within our neighborhood. Let’s look further back in time…

This stunning image by the NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope features the spiral galaxy NGC 5643. Looking this good isn’t easy; 30 different exposures, for a total of nine hours of observation time, together with Hubble’s high resolution and clarity, were needed to produce an image of such exquisite detail and beauty.

Peering outside our Milky Way galaxy transports us much further into the past. The Andromeda galaxy, our nearest large galactic neighbor, is about 2.5 million light-years away. And that’s still pretty close, as far as the universe goes. The image above shows the spiral galaxy NGC 5643, which is about 60 million light-years away! That means we see it as it was about 60 million years ago.

As telescopes look deeper into the universe, they capture snapshots in time from different cosmic eras. Astronomers can stitch those snapshots together to unravel things like galaxy evolution. The closest ones are more mature; we see them nearly as they truly are in the present day because their light doesn’t have to travel as far to reach us. We can’t rewind those galaxies (or our own), but we can get clues about how they likely developed. Looking at galaxies that are farther and farther away means seeing these star cities in ever earlier stages of development.

The farthest galaxies we can see are both old and young. They’re billions of years old now, and the light we receive from them is ancient since it took so long to traverse the cosmos. But since their light was emitted when the galaxies were young, it gives us a view of their infancy.

This animation is an artist’s concept of the big bang, with representations of the early universe and its expansion.

Comparing how fast objects at different distances are moving away opened up the biggest mystery in modern astronomy: cosmic acceleration. The universe was already expanding as a result of the big bang, but astronomers expected it to slow down over time. Instead, it’s speeding up!

The universe’s expansion makes it tricky to talk about the distances of the farthest objects. We often use lookback time, which is the amount of time it took for an object’s light to reach us. That’s simpler than using a literal distance, because an object that was 10 billion light-years away when it emitted the light we received from it would actually be more than 16 billion light-years away right now, due to the expansion of space. We can even see objects that are presently over 30 billion light-years from Earth, even though the universe is only about 14 billion years old.

This James Webb Space Telescope image shines with the light from galaxies that are more than 13.4 billion years old, dating back to less than 400 million years after the big bang.

Our James Webb Space Telescope has helped us time travel back more than 13.4 billion years, to when the universe was less than 400 million years old. When our Nancy Grace Roman Space Telescope launches in a few years, astronomers will pair its vast view of space with Webb’s zooming capabilities to study the early universe in better ways than ever before. And don’t worry – these telescopes will make plenty of pit stops along the way at other exciting cosmic destinations across space and time.

Learn more about the exciting science Roman will investigate on X and Facebook.

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[that-house]

“Tell me about magic,” I said to the god wearing my friend’s corpse.

It (I would not grant it the honor of using her name) smiled at me the way she used to smile. It looked like shit, by the way, streaked with mud and blood and slowly spinning new flesh from atmospheric carbon to patch up the bullet holes our latest acquaintances had left it.

“I know every word in your human languages and none of them suffice. How would you explain a black hole’s accretion disk to a fish?”

“I don’t know. Try.” I didn’t bother voicing the threat but it was implicit, as it was in all of our conversations: your kind has died only once before, but it was at the hands of mine.

It sighed with the weariness of a parent about to talk down to a kid, but it signed up for this when it trapped itself on this rock with me. “It’s a puzzle that’s almost been solved since forever began, a puzzle of infinite complexity worked on by the million sharpest minds to ever be, all themselves fractured into dizzying arrays of subminds in temporally upspun pocket universes, all striving to refine those secret arts of law and mastery. It’s cooperation and competition, vines of knowledge strangling each other as we reach ever upwards towards the sun, clawing at each other in our desperate want. It’s a science. It’s like breathing. It’s like love.”

“I distinctly recall you saying that love is an idiocy reserved for us mortals, and a more efficient chemically-induced blindness than sodium hydroxide too.”

“And I maintain that stance, but it gets the point across, does it not?” It huffed with exasperation, you know, the way that she had a thousand times when we were young. An affectation? Or a bit of humanity bleeding into the monster?

“Mhm. Sure.”

It side-eyed me but kept talking. “You don’t have the point of view it would take to truly understand magic. You never will. Even if you saw the world the way I did, you wouldn’t have the context or the time to decipher it. For you it can never be a science, only ever an art.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“In truth I envied you. With infinity at one’s proverbial fingertips, what else is there to do? The greatest possible workings have all been deduced, those most absolute and inviolable inflictions of the will upon the cosmos, and all that remains to study are the fleeting shadows of concepts beyond even us. But you humans, you tread on new ground that we’ve long since mastered, internalized, and then forgotten. The best you can manage without literally blowing your own minds is a little teleportation. You’re clueless and flawed and you fuck it all up whenever you get the chance. And I envied you.” For a creature enamored with paradox, the idea of a god envying a mortal sure pained it.

“So you cut it all free, cast off the godhead, and came down from on high to slum it with we mortals. I bet you’re regretting that now,” I said, sticking my finger in the last bullet hole and giving it an experimental wiggle. It winced, but the wound closed up like it had never been as I withdrew my finger. Pain is a just a signal, it was always fond of saying. But it still cried whenever it lost a limb.

“Not in the slightest,” said the once-god wearing my friend’s corpse. “This is the most alive I’ve felt in eons.”

[micksture]

🦉 STOLAS REDESIGN 🌓

oh where do i even START. there is no metric or scale on this world that can adequately measure the sheer velocity of my eyeballs rolling into the back of my skull in contempt whenever Stolass the cringe ass nae nae baby comes on screen during the already painful watch of Helluva Boss. this goddamn piździelec is the bane of my existence. not only is he my least favorite Helluva Boss character, but my least favorite Hellaverse character in general. the narrative treats this pompous chicken drumstick as if he has the right to act like the victim, when all he’s ever done is put Blitzø in uncomfortable situations where Blitzø had to have sex with him to obtain the Grimoire, knowing full well that Blitz needed it to keep his business running. AND he keeps on neglecting Octavia, his DAUGHTER, to continue being weird towards/about Blitz. now, that in itself DOES make him an interesting character, but the problem is in the way he’s shown to us – as someone to be pitied. why is he treated like a good guy in the show, i will never understand. nerf the whiny bird and quit justifying his actions before I draw him stuck in a glue trap hitting the Peter Griffin death pose 🌞

Letting up on that hate-filled rant, let’s talk business!! Stolas is a self-centered manipulator with a victim complex that is blind to other people’s feelings in my rework. He blames everyone but himself for his actions and despises when things don’t go his way. In his eyes, it’s all Stella’s fault that he turned into a cheater (as if she wasn’t also forced into their loveless marriage like he was…). He was distant and cold from the start, and when Stella stopped trying to make their relationship work and quit taking his bullshit, he became even worse. His daughter isn’t exempt from his coldness either. As much as he swears up and down that he loves her, he still silently views Octavia as a nuisance, an obstacle that is firmly placed in the way of true freedom and peace that he could have been living, if not for his obligation to raise an heir. He feels entitled to being the way he is, since he’s never been treated all that well by life either. He very clearly feels trapped, but that doesn’t erase all of his faults.

I do like the idea of Stolas being a villain. A multifaceted character that has been wronged, but a villain nonetheless. And he is treated like one! He would NOT be the main focus of the show, however — the lights would be on I.M.P. tbh I’d rather go for a more episodic approach to the story, where each episode is about a different client of I.M.P. and we get to see the main characters actually doing their jobs as paid assassins and facing some wacky setbacks they have to overcome, rather than seeing the constant back and forth between Blitz and Stolas that the official show seems to revolve around now. So yes, Stolas wouldn’t be featured nearly as often! In fact, I feel like he’d usually get the most screentime in the heavy episodes: for example ones that would tackle his relationship with Blitz, or ones that would showcase his immediate family and how they all pretty much hate each other.

Now onto the design!! In all honesty, I don’t mind his official one, but I couldn’t help myself from hitting him with the redesigning-beam too. POW 💥

• He has gained quite a bit of feathers, especially around the neck. Also, instead of the weird hat-crown (???) with eyes situation he has in the official design, I just gave him a floating crown with one eye AND plumicorns – the ear-like feathers that owls commonly possess!

• I kept the astrology theme because it’s AWESOME. Every high ranking member of the Ars Goetia family has a different set of chores that they do to ‘regulate’ Hell. Stolas is the one in charge of the night sky in every Ring!! He studies galaxies, constellations and asteroids, among other things cosmos-related. he can also create galactic matter at will, hence the two nebula orbs he’s holding and the galaxy cape 🌌 (fun fact: you can phase your hand through his cape and it’ll be covered in star dust!)

• His cape is fastened with an Asmodean crystal. Why is that important? Well, an Asmodean crystal can work as an inter-dimensional transportation device just as well as the Grimoire. He knows what that kind of crystal looks like. Blitzø does not (Asmodean crystals are anything but obtainable for the common demons. Most have no idea what they look like). Also, Stolas has a lot of those crystals stored in the castle, thrown around forgotten chests and left unused. See where I’m going with this? Stolas purposefully retains this information and tells Blitz that he only has the Grimoire to spare, for which Blitz has to go to bed with him each month (as their agreement states), when he could’ve given Blitz one Asmodean crystal and part ways with him long ago. But he’s too selfish to let go of the imaginary relationship he created and continues the same cycle that leaves both of them more and more divided.

I think that’s it for now. This post is long enough as it is. Thank you for reading it though <3

[perfectlyoongi]

SOULMATE!JUNGKOOK who dreamed of you every day. it wasn't necessary for Jungkook to know you to love you; in his dreams, when the stars blessed his unconscious thoughts, Jungkook met you daily, sharing a feeling as old as the stars themselves, feeling immediately at home when in your presence. “i only had to look at you to realize that you are the one i’m looking for; the way you warm my heart is too familiar for you to be a mere stranger.”

SOULMATE!JUNGKOOK who counted the days until he met you. in love with love, Jungkook only tried to find you as quickly as possible, knowing that, from the moment he saw you, he would know that you were the one he should love — every day of Jungkook only made sense because it became one day closer to meeting you. “it’s close, i feel it. inside me, inside my heart, there is a force that pulls me closer to you, pulls me closer to my happiness.”

SOULMATE!JUNGKOOK who swore that the colors became more vibrant the day he met you. and, oh, when he met you, all the greens became more intense, the blues more tender, the reds more fiery; meeting you was like opening a coloring book, where your soul was the color of the rainbow and painted every nook and cranny of Jungkook's life. “it seems like i only started to see the world as it really is when you appeared in my life. it was as if everything before was just grey and white and you brought with you fireworks to color me.”

SOULMATE!JUNGKOOK who loved you from day one. already in his dreams, Jungkook knew he would love instantly; your essence had been part of his for decades; your soul was molded from the same cosmic dust as his; you yourself were the magic that came out of Jungkook's core; it was obvious that Jungkook would love you right away — you were destined to love each other. “i only had to look at you once to realize that it was you i had to stay with; didn't you feel your heart calling me? mine wouldn't stop screaming your name. it just wanted to go home.”

SOULMATE!JUNGKOOK who always knew that his place was by your side. as if written in the stars, your love story was as old as the universe itself, your souls existing long before the first star died; and you were made of the same dust, carved from the same star, shaped by the same gods — you and Jungkook were always together long before you were human; and Jungkook only felt complete next to you, next to his half. “we are born from the same flame that we consume right now; our hearts hold within them the fire that created us and brought us together in this life and in others.”

SOULMATE!JUNGKOOK who believed in past lives and lived stories. it was your connection, the way your and Jungkook's complicity was too ancestral to be from this time; the way you and Jungkook understood each other, loved each other, came from past times, accompanying all of your lives and growing with the passing of time and eras “since i met you, i realized that i had already met you in another life. you feel like home, you soothe my soul as if you already knew every particle of it. you and i, we come from past times.”

SOULMATE!JUNGKOOK who would love you even if the universe didn't allow it. and if the gods were more cruel, if the universe itself gave up on your love, Jungkook swore to you that he wouldn't stop loving you; with you being his heavenly half, you being the only person he was destined to love, Jungkook swore that this love would not wither, only expand throughout the cosmos to show the universe that it would not win. “it doesn’t matter if destiny doesn’t want it. it doesn't matter if the gods want to steal us. i promise you that my love for you will paint all the stars and constellations and forever remind them of their mistake of separating us.”

[nanabansama]

scorpion's heart

Sometimes while thinking about TBHK thoughts will run through my head that I realize aren't universal among the fandom. I have actually touched upon this topic before, but I still wanted to make a quick post for the uninformed about an official parallel drawn between Tsukasa and a moment in a beloved piece of Japanese literature.

Night on the Galactic Railroad is a classic Japanese novel often taught in Japanese classrooms, similar to how English classics will often be taught in the Anglosphere. It's well known in Japan for this reason, and for the sake of this post I'll assume you either haven't heard of it or that you don't know much about it. Regardless, this post is centering on only a small portion of the novel, so you won't come away from it with a total understanding of what it's all about. I encourage you to check it out yourself!

As you might be able to tell by the name, the story involves a boy riding a train through a fantastical version of outerspace. During his trip through the cosmos, he meets others riding the train. One of these people tells him the story of Antares, the brightest star in the constellation Scorpio. Already there is one connection to the story of Hanako-kun, that being Amane's infamous monologue about the star during the Picture Perfect arc.

The story goes as follows: a scorpion was being chased by a weasel. In a last ditch effort to escape the weasel, it threw itself into a well. But the scorpion had no means of escape, and realized it was going to die there. The scorpion bemoans this fate, because as a predator it has only ever taken life away. It regrets not taking the chance to help the weasel, even if it would only help the weasel live a single day longer. And now the scorpion is going to die having helped no one.

So it prays to God, and asks that its body be used to bring happiness to everyone. And as if God had heard its plea, the scorpion's body burst into a brilliant red flame. This same light is said to be the star Antares, the heart of the Scorpio constellation.

...so! Already somewhat superficially you can compare this story to Tsukasa and the Red House. Little guy jumps into hole/well,

little guy makes a wish to a God to bring happiness to others,

little guy bursts into flames...

Personally I find these alone to be staggering similarities, but it leaves you asking: What is the significance of this?

Well, I tend to interpret it as a reflection of Tsukasa's selflessness. I think Tsukasa's intentions as a child were very pure. But later on it seems like this selflessness distorts into something else, something more twisted. Regardless, Tsukasa's motivations involve destroying himself for other people's happiness. His own destruction will bring happiness to Sakura (she needs all the yorishiro to be destroyed to have her wish granted) and also Amane, who has a wish of his own he wants granted.

Anyway, besides Amane comparing himself to Antares in Picture Perfect, we also have this official Night on the Galactic Railroad AU art with Tsukasa bearing the tail of the scorpion:

Note the red flame on the tip of his stinger. (And most importantly note his cuteness. 🦂🔥❤️)

Touching briefly upon Amane's Antares story in Picture Perfect, there aren't many obvious comparisons to draw between it and Night on the Galactic Railroad. However, one thing I'll touch upon is how Antares is a binary star, or a "twin star." It being a binary star isn't talked about in Night on the Galactic Railroad, but Amane mentions it. He also mentions how you can't normally see its twin. This is because its twin is a main sequence star, much less bright than the red supergiant Antares. It was only ever discovered that Antares had a twin when the moon covered the red supergiant and an astromer spotted the main sequence star beside it. Perhaps Amane and Tsukasa are supposed to represent the red flame of Antares in different ways, but it does make me wonder if Amane is meant to represent the little main sequence star too, since Tsukasa is very clearly the red flame in this story. But considering Amane's analysis of Antares is so much more scientific than the fantastical version seen in Night on the Galactic Railroad, I think it's safer to regard these as fundamentally separate stories. Still fun to consider however.

But if we did want to talk about the scientific implications of Tsukasa being Antares, I'd bring up how red supergiants often become black holes, almost the antithesis of what the scorpion wanted to become. The scorpion wanted to bring light and happiness to everyone, but a black hole only devours and destroys, just the thing the scorpion didn't want to be anymore. I don't think Tsukasa started in the same place as the scorpion, who regretted its life of selfishness... but it makes me wonder if he's meant to be the anti-scorpion: a selfless being becoming a black hole of destruction. That's a very sad way of looking at things, but it's hard not to think of it when we see what's happened to him in the series as a whole:

In the context of Night on the Galactic Railroad, the scorpion is regarded as a selfless hero. Although another character expresses distastes for dangerous creatures like the scorpion, the character who tells the Antares story argues that the scorpion is a fundamentally good creature. It's another one of those little things in Hanako-kun that reminds me that Tsukasa, for all his faults, has good inside him too. But it does leave me wondering how far this comparison will go, and what that means for Tsukasa's fate. Will he continue to sacrifice himself till the end? And will that sacrifice be for the good of everyone, or only a few?

My favorite part about all this is there's no answer! It's just a fun comparison AidaIro made that helps recontextualize Tsukasa's character. Is this a meaningful comparison, or just a surface-level one? Will his story end the same way as the scorpion, or will he subvert expectations? Who knows! I mostly just think back on it and remember that Tsukasa started as an extremely selfless character that still displays these traits in the manga today, even as a nefarious ghost. Maybe he is isn't misunderstood like the scorpion, but he's certainly just as tragic. Thanks for reading!

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👑Your Destined Person’s Anima vs Persona ♦︎ Timeless Pick A Card

According to Carl Jung, the anima is a man’s feminine (Yin) aspect, and thus unconscious in him. Correspondingly, the animus is a woman’s masculine (Yang) aspect, and thus unconscious in her. The anima is the Masculine’s hidden psychology, essentially.

In the grand scheme of the Cosmos, the Yin is the dark, the magnetic, the VOID—the empty space where all creations are first dreamt. In this dark space, it is up to the Masculine individual whether or not he wants to succumb to the allure of Lilith the Destroyer. In Jungian psychology, apparently, they have this thing called The Devouring Mother LMAO

All things considered, in the name of character development, it is up to the man—if he ever so chooses, which, one must first always make a choice for things to go a certain way—to make the unconscious conscious.

When the Yin and the Yang in a person are united and fully realised, that person becomes what we call Divine~ Man or woman, this person then becomes a more complete Human being. He or she then becomes the master of his/her own Destiny~⛵️

GNOSIS: A Man's Anima Reveals Itself In Sexual Fantasies as explained by Marie-Louise von Franz (entertain the comments section, peeps~)

SONG: Say You Love Me by EXO KAI

MOTHA: Kim Kardashian plays a SAVAGE version of herself in AHS Delicate 😩 by Offensive Tea

deck-bottom: XVIII The Moon Rx, Red Geographer (Marco Polo) & Priestess of Illumination

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Pile 1 – Evil Fuck vs King

‘Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.’ – Carl Jung

VIBE: Reason by EXO KAI

anima – XV The Devil

Look, babe, we keep it real in this household, OK? XD We don’t know if your Destined Person has Mars/Pluto in the 8th or 12th House—or possibly—Neptune itself in the 5th or 8th House, but essentially, your DP is a person who’s deeply fascinated by SEX and all the taboos surrounding it. They could struggle with having a lot of improper thoughts, quite often, at inappropriate times and places, deep inside.

Your Destined Person most likely watches a lot of porn or indulges themselves in those types of activities/media, and on top of that, prooobably has some mummy issues. At the very least, they could have a strange/unhealthy relationship with their mother figure or have a difficult time accepting/integrating the Yin aenergy inside of them.

Overall, this strange combo of Scorpion/Neptunian qualities in them lends to your Destined Person’s macabre fascination with all things ‘dark and sexual’. Be that as it may, this doesn’t automatically mean that your Destined Person is simply a depraved piece of fuck. Don’t be surprised to know that things changed drastically for them by the time they graduated their 1st (or 2nd if they’re slow LOL) Saturn Return~

persona – 9 of Cups

There is something about the way sexuality is expressed in this Human world that feels strangely fascinatingly depraved, which is genuinely incredibly foreign to your Destined Person’s Soul XD If they’ve felt inexplicably drawn to it, it’s because they want to UNDERSTAND fully what makes ‘sex’ in the Human world so…icky and disrespectful. 9 of Cups here is literally indicating that your Destined Person’s Soul is incredibly pure and altruistic.

And that is exactly why they are endlessly perplexed by the darkness—the sickness is more like it—surrounding SEX in this wicked world which they realised is almost completely deprived of Love. The sheer lack of a soulful cosmic connection in most sexual activities in this world puzzles the living shit out of your Destined Person!

It may take some maturing from your Destined Person until they finally understand that this dark fascination is actually quite common for people with their kind of natal configuration or let’s say, psychology. Their Saturn Return phases will play (or have played) a critical role in their awakening to a Higher Truth that eventually liberates them from the chains of a strange addiction to… yeah…

Divine Human – Queen of Pentacles Rx

At some point in Life—most likely after their, at least, first Saturn Return—your Destined Person understood why some things simply don’t add up for them when it comes to how Humans connect with each other to enjoy these…worldly pleasures; which then led to a great spiritual liberation from all the deceits they’d been told about sex and sexuality in this…mortal world.

Your Destined Person is somebody who’s quite inexplicably cosmic, you know. Either they feel to you like an alien or a fairy. They simply can’t fit into the expectations of ‘normalcy’ in most of Human societies. The depraved things people so take for granted, none of that feels ‘normal’ to your Destined Person. This is someone who’s actually incredibly decent and polite.

Your Destined Person is not the type that wants to hurt you in intimate situations. They probably don’t even prioritise the sensual sensations more than how they connect with you on an emotional level. This is a person who wants to ‘fill you up’ spiritually through a divine sexual activity, which, now that you know, explains why they’ve had to learn to unlearn the lies of sex and sexuality in their younger years ^^v

WHAT IS LOVE🔻💜

honey? – Priestess of Solitude

poison? – Priestess of Faith

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Pile 2 – Many Dreams vs Unworthiness

‘One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.’ – Carl Jung

VIBE: Amnesia by EXO KAI

anima – Knight of Pentacles

There is a chance that your Destined Person has some significant Virgo-Pisces bullshit going on in their birth chart. This is the axis of sacrifice and self-undoing of the zodiac wheel and this in itself could cause a person to ‘self-sabotage’ out of a fear of becoming happier than everybody else. It sounds crazy, right? But people with a harshly afflicted Virgo-Pisces connection tend to be somewhat of a martyr.

In practice, where your Destined Person is concerned, this affliction plays itself out in the form of endless rumination, as well as a sense of not being worthy of what they’re actively daydreaming about. This is almost giving me that main character from the movie Parasite. This guy dreams and plans a lot, but fucks everything up in the end because he’s simply not…capable enough?

OK, that’s a bad example but this aenergy is almost similar to how the guy is portrayed by the very end of the film XD This afflicted Piscean aenergy especially, is making your Destined Person, most likely subconsciously, afraid of letting themselves happy. So then, as a means to reaffirm this ‘belief’ their brains ‘course-correct’ by fucking up whatever nice bit of Reality they’ve manifested…

persona – 5 of Swords Rx

After experiencing the same kind of bullshit for some time, could be a number of years for some, too, your Destined Person could’ve become dejected. This is a very normal human response, right? They could’ve developed some kind of inertia within themselves. Always frozen mid-air when thinking of actually jumping into the next breakthrough or any other sense of adventure. They tend to not take action towards liberating themselves from either boredom or a dead-end of a situation.

A lot of people who interact with them regularly probably only know them as a mild-mannered person who’s quite pleasant to talk to. But deep inside, your Destined Person is raging chaos, waiting to murder someone. They’re sometimes possessed by this strong feeling of wanting to destroy something massive or ruin another person’s Life completely. All because they’re superbly frustrated by the lack of action or excitement in their own everyday Life…

At minimum, this is a person who could struggle quite a bit with regulating envy or jealousy upon seeing another person’s success, freedom and happiness, but most of all, another person’s sense of advancement in Life. This isn’t to say that your Destined Person is simply an evil fuck of a devil incarnate; actually, quite far from it! It’s just that this person has dealt with, really, quite a bit of systemic letdowns from the Universe itself…

Divine Human – Page of Pentacles Rx

Life rarely feels fair when someone’s Virgo-Pisces axis has harsh afflictions. Then again, this is quite literally your Destined Person’s ultimate test of strength and of character. That’s precisely why their Soul chose to be born with such afflictions in the first place. To see how their Human Avatar would navigate this type of crazy in their psyche~★ I promise you that you aren’t destined to marry an actual psychopath LMAO But, let’s see…

In the beginning, your Destined Person could’ve struggled with looking into the depths of their own disturbed psychology. This could be a fear from within themselves and so they refused to do so, but especially if your Destined Person is an XY, this could also be their environment/society’s wrong reinforcement when they say, ‘Boys will be boys, riiight?’ as a means to excuse your Destined Person’s refusal to learn and grow from their failures and mistakes *smh*

Whether XY or XX, your Destined Person’s mother could’ve been a pick-me or straight up a narc; and due to this lack of proper guidance, structure and discipline in your Destined Person’s childhood, they could’ve grown up to embody somewhat of a dark triad personality. In actuality, your Destined Person wasn’t allowed the chance to grow up emotionally or psychologically—honestly, whoever their mother figure was, she failed them.

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honey? – Priestess of Abundance

poison? – Priestess of Love

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Pile 3 – Lazy Escapism vs Mahoroba

‘People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own souls.’ – Carl Jung

VIBE: Blue by EXO KAI

anima – 7 of Wands Rx

Your Destined Person is out with lanterns looking for themselves~ Doesn’t this picture make you think that? ^^ Your Destined Person is a walking paradox to say the least; they are the type that may not always be honest with even themselves. I sense it is because they feel this burden from all around them to be the highest-achiever or the best-mannered or whatever else. Other people have put such high expectations on them that they originally thought they too had to think precisely that way.

In the beginning, your Destined Person might not have known who they were at the core of their Soul. They had only known themselves through the lens of other people’s perception and expectations. Though they might have thought this normal when they were small, at some point in Life—possibly when Saturn made its last aspect at around age 21—your Destined Person was nudged by the Cosmos to go on a Soul-search.

During this time—and all through their first Saturn Return—your Destined Person realised for real for the first time that they are quite a rebellious spirit, and when met with the wrong situations, can honestly be quite vengeful XD At this point, they may have developed some bitter feelings about how they had allowed others to murky their own perception of themselves! This Soul-search could’ve been quite world-shattering for your Destined Person…

persona – 3 of Swords

Most people don’t seem to notice this but a self-denial kind of issue is actually really quite painful on an emotional and psychological level. Like this feeling of not knowing themselves, not embracing their inner child, not allowing themselves more freedom, all of this, upon being realised, broke your Destined Person’s heart so horribly. It was such a deep psychological issue that they may not have found any person to confide in.

Some of their friends, even closest friends, might’ve perceived that your Destined Person was distant from them. They sometimes felt standoffish or simply…well, distant. Not quite there with the rest of them or they could also have avoided hanging out too much with even those closest to them. They became somewhat of a loner. To process their feelings, your Destined Person often disappeared into the dreamscape.

In many ways, I think your Destined Person became quite deluded, if not delusional XD The dreamscape, their escapism, provided so much more comfort and excitement than real life. In the daydreams, they could be so much more real than what they’re allowed to be in the real world… So when you realise the reason, it’s really quite sad and poignant.

Divine Human – 6 of Pentacles

Your Destined Person is truly a Divine Human in that they do truly have such a generous, charitable heart. If this is your main pile, a common ground here is that your Destined Person is so much more kind and gentle than appearances may give—even if they’re already perceived as kind and gentle~ It’s almost unbelievable that someone as pure as this still exists in today’s world, especially if your Destined Person is an XY LMAO

This person, all they wanna do in Life is to be good and to love people and share good times and promote good deeds. Alas, that was very childish of them tsk tsk tsk… It took them a real smacking on the head to realise they’ve been victim to so much gaslighting practically their entire Life. Because in this wicked world, ‘goodness’ is weaponised by bad people to victimise actually good people.

A total mindfuck, yeah, took them a while. As they grow older, your Destined Person learns to balance between what is ‘fake short-term good’ and what’s ‘divinely good in the grand scheme of the Cosmos’. All in all, whether or not they have the technical knowledge, your Destined Person is actually a WITCH. Some of the most powerful witches out there—an alchemist of the highest order😉

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poison? – Priestess of Energy

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“We are a way for the cosmos to know itself.” —Carl Sagan

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Hi !! Hope ur having a nice day/night and enjoying your time

I saw the event and would like to say congratulations on hitting 2k followers!!

As for the prompt i would like to ask for “lunar eclipse” with dottore

And if you dont mind id like for it to be with the webtoon version, if not then just prime dottore is fine !!

Thank you <3

Thank you so much anon!! Writing this with the mindset of Webttore was so much fun. It was a great way to start this event 🫶 I got carried away, I just love Dottore so much.

Prompt: Lunar Eclipse — Losing your virginity to them

Character/s: Webtoon Dottore

Tags: Afab reader, Webttore being a menace, a freak, just being himself. Degradation, praise, inexperienced and nervous reader, somewhat experienced Dottore, brief mention of masturbation, biting, vaginal fingering, clit rubbing, vaginal penetration, tit sucking, he gets a bit carried away towards the end but he’s talking you through it.

Into The Cosmos Event

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“Why are you looking at me like that?” His hardened red gaze didn’t do much to ease your nerves. He was already stripping off his coat, mask long since discarded to show off his godlike features. He once stated, upon your first meeting, that his scientific curiosity drives him to make humans equivalent to that of gods. Yet with how diligently he pulls his gloves off with his sharpened canines, moving to elegantly unbutton his undershirt, you’re sure he has already achieved it without knowing. For he was as attractive as any archon.

“Are you going to answer my question or just ogle?”

“Isn’t that what people do during sex? Ogle?” You retort, hiding your nerves with a burst of feigned laughter. He showed no signs of amusement. He stays just as strict as usual when he’s strip-teasing. How odd.

Despite your poor attempt at saving face, it’s given away by how you tear your eyes away from his toned body as it starts to make its way over to your placement on the edge of the bed. His cold finger lifts your chin so you have no other choice but to make eye contact with him. The deep color keeps you hypnotized, locked on them as if he managed to put you in a trance. His finger on your chin moves to trace the edge of your jawline, reaching the end and pushing against the bone to turn your face to the side. His curious nature analyzes your shaky breathing, your heated skin, your nervous yet hungry glaze.

“Your attempt at deflection is pitiful. Tell me now if you want to stop, and we can go back to working in that desolate lab.”

“No,” You answer far too quickly, making him raise an eyebrow. His hand drops as you move your head to look at him straight on, “Please, I want this. I want you. I’m just scared.” You cringe at your statement. How could someone sound so pitiful during something that was supposed to be hot and erotic?

Dottore clicks his tongue almost to say he found the sentiment just as pathetic as you did. His hand shoves itself against your chest to shove you down onto the satin sheets. A gasp gets lodged in your throat as he crawls on top of you. He still has his pants on, and you half-wonder if that was an intentional choice to keep you from being too overwhelmed.

“If you want this, then, for starters, for once, stop thinking.” He growls out, keeping you pressed down onto the bed by your chest.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” You start sarcastically, your hand grasping his wrist firmly. You go on to continue your attitude-fueled sentence when his lips crash against yours. Your grip loosens immediately, melting under the simple affection you two have shared numerous times. This one, however, feels more intimate than the previous ones. You kiss him back, letting yourself relax back into the silk pillows on the bed.

“Shut up.” He murmers into your lips, and damn do you shut up real quick when his kiss turns more fervent, when his hands trace the outline of your still clothed body. He presses his own body against yours, your breaths mingling together as one. It was sloppy, but passionate all the same. His lips leave your breathless ones, opting to kiss along your jawline and down to the sensitivity of your neck, goosebumps following in his wake.

The warmth of his lips was a stark contrast to the bitter cold of his hands — something that once felt intimidating now felt blissfully welcoming. It was embarrassing how soaked you already were. You could feel it pool in the fabric of your underwear and a small flicker of shame swells in the pit of your stomach. One of his hands pulls up your sleep shirt, breaking contact just for a moment to push it off. Your nipples perk up at the exposure of the bedroom air. Before you even had a chance to think about covering up, he sinks his teeth into the connection of your neck and shoulder. Your head tilts back, the pain melting away into a tingling, pleasurable sensation as it subsides.

His tongue flicks over the tooth indents to soothe it. He’s trying so, so hard to keep it slow and sensual. Believe it or not, he does have an inkling of nurture within him, but when the sweet scent of your sweat mixed with your signature perfume takes over his senses, he has to ground himself by roughly kneading the flesh of your mounds. All it makes him want to do is shove you down, push himself in, and fuck you senseless like the needy whore you are for him — he takes in a deep, shaky breath, leaving another bite mark on your throat and sucking on it. He wants to take his time. He wants your first time to be relatively calm, to show you how great intimately connecting with one another can be. It’s all a lead up to be allowed to show his more primal nature later. Patience is key, and he shall wait however long.

His fingers pinch your nipple, rolling it between his digits, and it forces a sweet moan past your parted lips. He feels his pants strain at the sound. So beautiful. A guttural groan rumbles from his chest in response, his body weight pressing more onto you. His lips follow the salty taste of your body down to the valley of your breasts. Your body remains stiff, hands at your sides as the subtle lingerance of confusion mingles with the bliss he’s eliciting from you.

As if he were reading your mind, which he probably was, given how hyperanalystic he is — his free hand grabs your right wrist, guiding it to his hair. Just as his mouth wraps around your erect nipple, your hand entangles itself in his hair. Your back arches to seek out more of the desirable sensation as he sucks. A tingle shoots down your spine and meets the heat between your legs. Sure, you have masterbated before, and sure you have been turned a little needy from previous makeout sessions, but not once have you ever felt this soaked. Not once have you ever felt a visible ache in your very core.

His hand guides itself down to the area you’re most terrified of him viewing. Your heart quickens as his fingers catch under the rim of your shorts. His lips detach with a soft ‘pop’, coming back up to kiss your lips uncharacteristically gently. He pulls away, resting his forehead against yours and keeping his hazy eyes on yours.

“It’s fine.” It was a ghostly whisper, a reassurance that is rare from him. You two have been together for so long, since the Akadaymia days, that while most people would’ve found his rushed words disheartening, to you it helped you relax upon seeing the sincerity in his persistant stare. You swallow your nerves the best you can. With a firm nod from you he grasps the edge of your shorts and underwear and pulls them down.

He sits up, biting his lip as he sees how you’re practically glistening. A string of arousal connects your core to your panties. It breaks once he fervently pulls everything off, sticking to your inner thigh. He has to bring the back of his palm to his mouth to suppress an anticipated moan. Truthfully, he has never been this hard before. Late night lab research once made him turned on from the mere amount of stress that was pent up, sure, but this? Seeing his inexperienced lover so eager for him to the point they’re soaked through just from some simple foreplay. All it did was boost his ego and make his cock twitch.

The hungry look in his eyes as he stares between your legs made a rise of embarassment boil up, your skin becoming overtly heated.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You chide, mimicking his dialect. He lets out a huff of air, gripping your thigh and spreading your legs open.

“Because, my dear, you look so delectable right now, all wet for me.” He said, practically purring as he slides his finger up between your folds. You gasp at the sensation, his words forcing you to instinctively cover your face with your hands.

You stumble over your words before finally pushing out a muffled, “don’t be so blunt with it!”

He laughs, and you want to retract yourself fully into the plush mattress. But when the warmth of his hand meets your wrists to pull your shielding hands away, that feeling vanishes. Something about the deep-seated love that he’s looking at you with right now, mixed with the red blush on his cheeks and the tiniest of wet spots on his pants, to show he’s just as a mess as you ground your soul.

“My dear, being blunt is part of the fun.” Even his teasing tone allows your body to relax, because that’s what you’re familiar with, and he knows that’s what you need right now. His eyes still locked with yours, he slips a digit into your slick folds. You moan quietly at the feeling foreign to your own. His skilled finger pumps inside your tight, gummy walls with diligence. Every thrust of his fingers stretches you out further, building a tension within the pit of your stomach. The sensation leaves you breathless, faint whines and moans leaving your parted lips. He’s growing addicted to these reactions from you, his mind running to just how he can get even more out of you.

With a teasing grin, he slips in another finger, your hips bucking up in response.

“Oh fuck,” You mumble, sinking further into the mattress as the tension leaves your body. The pleasure gradually increases. Building up, and up, and up and oh fuck he presses his thumb against your clit. Your mouth hangs open, but no sounds come out. That tension finally breaks along with the flood of moans and scrambles of his name. Your hips grind down against his to ride out the high, gushing around the digits. His eyes stay locked on his hand as he pulls out, watching the slick slide down to his palm. They flicker back up to look at your blissed-out expression, testing the waters on just how much shame has vanished from your mind. The fingers that were once inside you tap your lips.

“Open,” and to his surprise, you hang your mouth open eagerly, tongue out and all. He breaks into a twisted grin, shoving his fingers into the back of your throat. You choke at the sudden roughness, but it only serves to turn you on more. Finally, he’s gotten you lost in the fog of pleasure, giving you the freedom to abandon all ties of subservient shame.

He lets you suck his fingers clean, tongue swirling around the digits, as he unbuttons the front of his slacks. He sighs with relief as the pressure on his cock lightens. He takes the fingers out of your mouth, leaving you panting as he uses them to stroke his dick. A sight that would have left you a fumbling mess moments ago now serves to make you eager. He’s given you a taste of what it was like to reach the clouds of Celestia, to walk along the walls the gods once ventured through. It was addictive.

He can’t help but laugh at your fucked out expression.

“If I knew you were going to be this desperate like a bitch in heat then I would have acquired you a collar,” He huskily whispers down to you, his cock lining up with your drenched hole. Slowly, he pushes the tip in. For a split moment, all anticipation and hormonal-fueled thoughts vanish at the discomfort. Even with prep and soaking wet, it was still too much. Your hands press against his shoulders with a heated hiss.

His hands grab yours, guiding them to wrap around his neck as he leans down, kissing you gently. It serves as a minor distraction as he pushes himself in more. He gasps into the kiss, trying his damnedest to keep his composure for your sake. It’s difficult when he was never a man to do such a thing, but for you, he’s trying.

“Dottore,” You whisper out in a strained tone, your hands finding ground in his light blue locks. He shushes you, letting one hand cup your cheek while the other reaches down to swipe at your clit. Your walls clench from the sensation, and when he lifts his hand, they loosen once more, allowing an opportunity to slide another inch in. Your pained whine stirs a conflicting mixture of empathy and ego within his lust-driven mind.

“It’s okay. Just relax. It’ll hurt more if you remain stiff— there you go, good job. Just a little more.” His lips press against yours once more, mumbling in them with almost embarrassed sincerity, “Let me take care of you.”

One last kiss is shared as he bottoms out. The pain intensifies, the stretch more straining than anything before. Your breathing turns shallow for a split second till he guides your head to his shoulder. The scent of his musky cologne brings a wave of calm. Dottore finds enough will power to give you time to adjust, even if all he wants to do is fuck up into you. His cock twitches at the thought. He’s throbbing, his breaths coming out quick and shallowed. Unlike yours, it comes from the pure need for release. To fill up your hole till it’s leaking, just to flip you over and-

“You can move,” You said, tugging on his locks to snap him out of his day dream. With an eagerness he rocks his hips back and slowly move them in.

“About damn time.” He snaps out, hands gripping your hips. The movement is odd, yet the discomfort soon fades into a pleasurable combination. It doesn’t take long till the same levels of need from when he finger-fucked you replace any previous feelings of fear. It doesn’t take long till you're arching your back up into him, moving your hips in an attempt to meet his.

“More, more,” You whine, falling back into the cool satin sheets. His chuckle is a mockery of your statement, but he can’t help but listen as he rams into your soaked hole.

“More? Ha! Already getting cock drunk? How deplorable.”

The humiliation has your walls clenching around his cock as it thrusts into you in a brutal pace, long forgetting the once gentle promise he made to himself earlier. Why should he be gentle if you get off from being treated less than. His hold on your hips is bruising as he lets himself get lost in his hazy bliss. The way his cock drags itself between your folds leaves you both a whining, moaning disaster.

The bed creaks, headboard slamming against the wall as he speeds up his ministrations, chasing after the feeling of his cock twitching.

“Going to fill you up so nice, you’re going to be begging for this every night. Fuck- yeah, yeah my dear,” He gasps, leaning down to sink his teeth into the valley of your breasts. His finger rubs at your clit, pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves as he slams into one more time. Ropes of his cum paint your walls a pretty white, a deep abyssmal groan follows and it’s like a symphony to your fucked-out, foggy mind. The feeling of his cum and the pressure of his fingers on your clit have your toes curling.

Just as the sensation was about to leave you on the edge he brings his other hand to press down onto your stomach, letting even more of you press deliciously against his still hard cock. Your eyes snap open, rolling to the back of your head as your legs quiver from the white hot pleasure that coats every inch of nerves in your system. Your moans sounding like a pornographic choir, filling the heated air with a slight echo.

Your body is limp, a slight ache replacing the once desirable sensations. Right as you were about to doze off, he thrust back up into you.

He promised weeks ago that your first time would be memorable, and he’s going to stick to his word.

[creetch]

I'm going to compile every piece of evidence I currently have here that points to Phainon eventually becoming the Lord Ravager The Sun Devourer, destroyer of stars.

This post delves into discussion of leaks, so if that's something you'd like to avoid then please don't click the read more

Okay if you're here then you're fine with leaks - SO we've already had leaks telling us that Phainon is an Emanator of Destruction, along with this we've had leaks that tell us Cyrene is an Emanator too, but she's actually ABOVE the caliber of a normal Emanator - currently named by leakers as a Throne Level Emenator. Interesting position for a supposed dead child to hold, isn't it?

At current, we don't know exactly what that means, however I'm going to take a stab in the dark and presume this means she can closely use the powers of the actual Aeon. If this is the case, I believe she is the 'thirteenth titan', the individual where everyone else originates from, as I believe the only people on Amphoreus who are not simulations are Phainon, The Flame Reaver and Cyrene herself - the creator of Amphoreus: the simulation that imprisons the Lord Ravager The Sun Devourer.

I'm also going to take a guess and presume she is an Emanator of Remembrance. Considering Mem, I feel that's pretty likely. Going on from this, we know as of this patch that a Lord Ravager is on Amphoreus, a piece of information that admittedly made me lose my mind:

We already have some pretty compelling evidence, in my opinion, that Amphoreus is a simulation.

The bugs we can collect fade away into text emoticons when we find them, as well as The Black Tide itself looking a lot like a corrupted video game and the fact it can only be seen through the mirrors in the Garden of Recollection. It is a planet Akivili never visited, because it's no longer a planet.

The stars around Amphoreus were snuffed out long ago, and the planet was utterly decimated.

But moreso than that, Irontomb is a Lord Ravager sent to planets with high technology in order to turn their own technology against itself to weaken it, and he's coming to Amphoreus shortly.

Amphoreus is FAR more technologically advanced from what it looks like on the outside, which would definitely be the case for a sophisticated Simulation upheld by a Throne Emenator.

With that out of the way, we know that Phainon is an Emenator of Destruction, we know that there is a Lord Ravager on Amphoreus, and we know Irontomb is on his way to destroy it.

My conclusion is Flame Reaver is the Lord Ravager The Sun Devourer that Phainon becomes and Cyrene is an Emenator of Remembrance who is keeping him trapped in a loop to 1) delay the destruction of other planets via keeping him captive and 2) figure out what exactly led to his becoming a Lord Ravager to hopefully undo it so he can be released from this prison without the threat of plunging the cosmos into further darkness.

Flame Reaver, as an enemy, has this description

This fits the description for The Sun Devourer

Who also has THESE voice lines during battle

Castorice's trailer shows us the fates of the Chrysos Heirs as well as Phainon himself, standing like Nanook, golden blood running down his face, being the last survivor.

The Flame Reaver is potentially a collection of memories of the Lord Ravager The Sun Devourer who exists as an almost virus in the simulation because these memories have had to be removed FROM Phainon in order to make him loop through multiple cycles of the simulation whilst being unaware of his doom. This explains why he is called a PART of Phainon of the first cycle, rather than Phainon of the First Cycle himself. He's a portion of his memories.

Meanwhile, Phainon himself is The Sun Devourer prior to becoming an Emenator of Destruction with those memories of what happens AFTER having been removed and extracted by Cyrene, unaware of the doomed ending he cannot escape, those awful memories now living on as a Mematic Entity, confused and filled with a desire for destruction, through The Flame Reaver, a virus and a variable that never existed during the first cycle.

The Sun Devourer became such after all of the Chrysos Heirs died and Phainon was the last one standing, driven mad by grief, sorrow, guilt, and an understanding that the prophecy was always a lie. Ultimately the desire for Destruction that poured out due to that pain destroyed the stars around Amphoreus, plunged it into Evernight, and led to the total annihilation of the planet which now exists solely as a prison simulation to try to prevent this Lord Ravager from continuing to smother the stars