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bonny-kookoo · 7 months

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Jungkook

𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 | Helping Hand

Jungkook isn't kind, or at least he doesn't seem to be. But one look beyond the surface reveals that he's a lot warmer than one might think.

Tags/Warnings: Alien!Jungkook, Human!Reader, dystopian AU, space/Sci-fi/cyberpunk-esque, Enemies to lovers, Angst, Violence, Drama, romance, adult, angst, potentially triggering content, mentions of prostitution, fluff??

Length: 2k words

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You're sitting in the command center where Jungkook is busy steering the ship and putting in coordinates, while you're busy staring out the giant rounded window, watching planets in the distance and meteorites pass by, as well as the occasional star flutter around.

Jungkook had offered you to spend time at the command central outside of your room for once- though he made sure to emphasize that 'one wrong move' and he'd put you right back in there for sure. It's a little odd, how contradictive he sometimes is- but you believe it might just be what his kind usually behaves like. You're not sure- you've never even asked which species he belongs to, down the line. He looks like he might be a Bolku, with his color changing eyes and tall build- but he's missing the distinctive pale skin and horns on his head, so you're not sure. Maybe he's of a different kind?

"Do you.." He starts, not looking up from the control panel as he looks at something on the display down at his hands, "..have any hobbies?" He asks, a little awkwardly, but you welcome the attempt at a conversation.

"No." You shake your head. He frowns a little to himself, taps around on the screen.

"No?" He wonders. "Then what did you do all day back on earth?" He wants to know, and you shrug, before looking outside again, watching a large meteorite slowly moving past the large ship.

"Sleep, if there was no work." You answer. "But sleeping a lot can make your head hurt." You giggle. He doesn't seem like he finds it funny, though, as he sighs, sitting down on the actually pretty worn down chair.

"But if there.." he begins, watching something load on the screens in front of him, a soft, gentle pinging sound signaling something in progress as the system scans the ships's surroundings, "..if there was something you could do, to pass time and.. amuse yourself I guess, what would it be?" He wonders, eyes slowly moving up without his head turning at all, greenish blue gaze watching you from his spot at the control panel.

"..I guess, maybe crocheting?" You wonder, thinking to yourself. "Yeah. I saw older people sell those.. small crochet animals on the side of the street sometimes. I think.. I'd like to know how to make them." You say. He scoffs, clearly not impressed.

"That's nothing practical at all." He says. "What about productive things?" He wonders, arms crossed as he keeps looking at you from beneath his lashes, light sometimes catching on the two silver balls from his pierced brow.

"Well I mean- I'd produce those tiny animals?" You try and joke-

and as he scoffs at that, there's the hint of a smile, his head shaking as he returns his attention to the screens in front of him, scan now complete.

You're about to ask him if he himself has any hobbies, when something similar to an alarm sounds, red Warning label pulsating on the large windows to indicate something dangerous. Jungkook is instantly alert, eyes flashing a sharp yellow before they turn red, while he assesses whatever is going on on his control screens. And then, a loud bang and whaling noise can be heard, before the ship moves suddenly, as if pushed side to side by giant waves of water. It makes you fall from the ledge near the window you were sitting on, tumbling down the floor before you hit the wall on one side, shoulder harshly crashing against the edge of a metal console.

And then, it's quiet, only a slight small pinging sound again, while the system checks for any damage.

"Fuck.." Jungkook curses, before he walks over to where you're sitting up now, ship having stabilized again. "You okay?" he wonders, squatting down near you to watch you roll your shoulder before you nod.

"Yeah- just fell. What happened?" You wonder, looking at him, and he sighs, before he picks you up like a ragdoll with his hands under your arms to stand you up again.

"Scanner's got an issue." He shrugs, arms crossed as he walks back to the control panels. "Probably nothing too bad, but we can't fly like this." He grumbles to himself, while playing with the piercings of his bottom lip, eyes an icy and stressed color of turquoise, signaling his inner emotions. "We'll have to stop at the next Ship station to get it fixed." He informs you, and you nod.

"How long until the next planet?" You wonder, now a little worried about the safety of not only you, but the entire ship with the scanner not working properly.

"Not long. Crion is pretty much only a few hours away- I can get it fixed there." He says, and you nod.

It's quiet, except for the low rumbling of the ship and some beeps here and there, before he talks again, awfully soft.

"Don't worry." He says, sitting down in the chair again. "It'll be fine."

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Crion is a pretty, but very, very crowded planet. It's a sanctuary for many different species all across the universe, and it shows in the absolute variety of languages, foods and other items sold on the streets.

"Here." Jungkook tells you, before his hands come into view from behind you, clicking the tracking collar back around your neck. "I really don't want to have to search for you just because you strayed around- so please just try and stay within my sight." He says, clearly stressed about the whole situation.

The ship has a very obvious dent in one of the sides, damage that needs to be repaired before the scanner could even be talked about. You're not quite sure why, to you the dent isn't actually that bad and just.. aesthetically maybe a bit ugly, but you don't question it. Jungkook is the pilot after all- he'll know what's best.

While Jungkook walks over to talk to a greenish humanoid with multiple arms about his ship, you stay close, just like he told you to- though you can't help but look around here and there, loud metal noises and large bird like creatures in the skies making you a little anxious. "My people already looked at damage-" The humanoid alien says, a tablet in one if his four hands, as he taps with one finger. "Scanner B3 and E2 software. Scanner A1 and A2 fluid damage. And big case damage!" He argues, making Jungkook roll his eyes.

"Yeah I already figured that out myself- can you fix it?" He asks, a greenish yellow that underlines his clear suspicion of the person in front of him.

"Fix it I can-" The man says, three eyes suddenly watching Jungkook with challenge. "You can pay?" He asks.

Jungkook grows tense. "How much?" He wonders, and the man uses one of his three fingers to tap away, quickly calculating something in a program.

"Sixteen-" The alien starts, before his eyes move back to look at Jungkook. "-hundred."

Jungkook takes a deep breath, clearly not able to just say yes to that price.

"Is there any way we can push that down?" He asks, and the alien shrugs, putting the tablet away, before he looks at you.

"You can pay with slave." The alien person offers, leaning forward a bit to sniff with his cat-shaped nose. "Very young. I like- can work for us." He begins.

"Okay-" You start without thinking, when Jungkook's head snaps towards you, eyes an angry red.

"Excuse us for a second-" He offers the man, before he grabs you by the back of your collar, pulling you to the side and out of hearing range for the man. "-have you hit your head on the ship?!" He hisses at you, frown on his face as he talks down towards you due to the height difference.

"What? No." You shake your head. "You just- need to get your ship fixed and if he wants me instead of sixteen hundred that's a great deal-"

"I'm not selling you into prostitution just to get my fucking ship fixed, you lunatic!" He growls again, breaking eye contact as he looks around, taking a deep breath. "There has to be a different planet where we can get it fixed-"

"Jungkook it's fine-" You start, but he turns around and stares at you with a gaze so unfocused in it's emotions that it almost looks like his eyes portray every color they can at once.

"No!." He says, pupils flicking from one of your eyes to the other rapidly. "… I don't care. Anything but that. There has to be a different way." He decides, and maybe from sheer shock over his outburst alone, you don't question him any further. "Come." He instead tells you, and you follow obediently, no longer really feeling like going against his word.

"Have decided?" The man says, and Jungkook crosses his arms.

"I'll pay 850 up front." He says. "The rest after you're finished." He offers, and the man laughs.

"You crazy!" He says. "900 up front."

"Okay." Jungkook agrees, before he pulls out a small, phone-like device to transfer the money to the alien mechanic.

"You really not want sell slave?" The man tries again.

"No." Jungkook denies, finishing up the transfer before he puts his device away, and grabs your hand rather roughly, pulling you away from him after making sure to turn around one last time.

"And she's not a fucking slave."

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"I can't believe this is the third time I'm asking you.." Jungkook sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What. Do. You. Want. To. Eat." He tries once more, because true to his word, he's been trying for the past hour or so to get you something to eat.

"Nothing." You say, yet again, almost a little amused by the game you're playing.

Jungkook clenches his jaw, clearly looking like he's either praying to gods above- or like he's really trying hard to contain himself.

"Jungkook you need the money to pay off the ship's repairs-" You start, but he simply tugs you by your hand again to a small, open food stall. "Jungkook-"

"Can I have something to eat for this thing?" Jungkook asks the short man grilling the battered.. fish? You're not sure what it is, but it smells pretty good.

"Hey!" You argue at his choice of words for you, and the man chuckles a little.

"Sure. That'll be five." He mumbles, and Jungkook pays before you can even argue- steaming fried pieces of.. whatever placed in a Styrofoam container that Jungkook puts into your hands.

"Eat." He demands, sitting down on a bench under a small roof with you.

You simply do as he tells you to, biting into the still steaming food, really pretty uncaring as to what it might be. It tastes sort of like fish- a little spicy, but very pleasant. He's simply sitting next to you with his back curved and his elbows resting on his knees, eyes constantly roaming around like he's some guard dog ready to defend at any given point.

He's probably still thinking about how to get the money for the repairs- and you still don't understand why he was so.. aggressively against the idea of just selling you. It almost felt like there was an emotional response to it rather than just regular sympathy for you. But it doesn't matter- because you want to help as well, considering he's been somewhat taking care of you for a little while now.

You poke his biceps before holding out your box with one piece of fish eaten, and the other just having been bitten once. "What?" He asks.

"I'm full." You say. He rolls his eyes, sighs, but takes your scraps anyways, eating them while swing your legs on the bench next to him. You're yawning, clearly tired- and he finishes your food next to you, before he leans back on the bench, and rather clumsily pushes you by your shoulder to lay over his lap, thighs surprisingly comfortably and warm. And after a moment of surprise, you finally put your legs up and use your hands to support your head a bit more-

his own resting on your shoulder, as if to make sure you know he's still there.

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sideblog-usernametaken · 2 months

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Something I haven't seen anyone talk about with the most recent chapter of Undead Unluck (Chapter 196) is Fuuko's eyes.

So at the beginning of the chapter her eyes are drawn normally with normal shading as you can see in the compilation below:

Then she sees Beast eating the soul of the octopus, and her eyes are still fairly normal

But shortly after this panel her eyes gain shading motif used for souls.

You can even see it in the panel that's zoomed out, this isn't a one time thing either it continues to the end of the chapter.

Now the question here is what does this mean? At first I assumed it was just a visual representation of Fuuko's ability to see souls, but then I remembered that being able to see souls is supposedly a default Negator ability. Back when Ichio was learning how to astral project she basically says as much (i.e. "Oh! [Nico] can't see me because he's not a negator!") and on top of that everyone at the Round Table was able to see Fuuko's ghost in the previous loop, and Rip was able to see Andy when he was astral projecting in the previous loop.

(Tangential side note here: Everything about Negation abilities makes so much more sense with this chapter's explanation that every Rule is using Soul has a starting point for their abilities. It was already estabilished that Negation abilities are tied to the soul of a Negator, but it's never explained how or why this is the case. But with this chapter it shows that it's basically impossible to negate a Rule without the use of a soul because any given Rule's ability is based on the effects of its soul, and we know from the previous loop that the only thing that can directly affect a soul is another soul. So why can all Negators see souls? Why can seemingly any Negator astral project if they try hard enough? Why can Negators manipulate their own souls with ease [Changing appearance subconsciously, Fuuko just imbuing a sword with her soul like it's no big deal, etc]? Because what separates Negators from non-Negators is their soul has effects that they're constantly using subconsciously, so any other soul related ability becomes a matter of if they are aware of their own soul or not. This kind of also extends to the whole thing with UMAs and altering memories, since cannonically memories are stored in the soul [Andy can think without his brain and in this chapter they explicitly say that souls contain memories]. So protecting their memories is likely a subconscious soul ability for negators, like how they can change their appearance in soul form. It's one of those revelations that retroactively explains a lot that you don't even really think about)

I think what the significance the eye change is supposed to show here is that Fuuko can now see the effects of a soul and not just the soul itself. Remember her eyes were normal when the octopus soul was getting eaten, but once she started channeling her own soul into a sword and cutting soul chains with it her eyes changed. What's really interesting here is that cutting those soul chains effectively negates part of Beast's abilities, he can't really have allies now and in theory this is how Unbeast would work if anyone had that Negation ability.

Even more interesting is the amount of Unluck that got loaded into that whale at the end of the chapter. It (presumably) got hit with a meteorite and that kind of unluck has only happened to people Fuuko deeply cares about in the past. So it seems by using her soul she can bypass the most restrictive part of Unluck by removing likability from the equation, which is going to be huge in their fight against Sun. This also begs the question. If Fuuko can now consciously use her soul to increase the amount of unluck imparted into a target regardless of amount of physical contact or likeability, can she decrease it? Does she now have full control over her soul's effects? Will she be able to touch people without hitting them with Unluck? Will she be able to teach other Negators how to have full control over the effects of their souls too?

To be honest, that last part does feel a bit reaching, and all in all this entire post might be rendered useless with whatever else we see in the next chapter. But this is all really exciting.

#undead unluck spoilers #uu spoilers #undead unluck #undead unluck chapter 196 #long post

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bluishabalone · 1 year

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Into Mariana Trench (INTRO & fic idea)

Pair : Namor x f!reader / K’uk’ulkan x f!reader

👋 Writer note : some idea for the next Namor x reader / K’uk’ulkan x reader if I finish Namor x Shapeshifter reader. And againnn pls pls PLS forgive my poor grammar thx in advance 🙏🏻

⚠️⚠️Y/N’s abilities : communicate with sea life (***just communicate no command ability and there are some that she cannot communicate with i’ll list those down later on.), aquatic abilities ; breath underwater / high-pressure resistant / Night vision / You have bioluminescent bacteria on some area of your body.

Timeline : After Wakanda Forever

Intro idea

Ever since you had heard about the conflict over vibranium resources, you doubled your shift and protection for the vibranium meteor lying in the depth of Mariana trench, even though the meteorite is not as huge as the ones in Wakanda and the Atlantic ocean, it’s still valuable that people would kill for it. You are the last of your kind. Others passed away a long time ago, so there is not much left to do besides the trench is already a solitary place. Working in Mariana island always keeps your hope up on finding someone to rely on and talk about your true self , but still, you haven’t found one yet. From time to time, aquatic animals are your source of news. Communicating with them helps kill loneliness in your heart and helps you learn new things like Talokan. You know every detail about the war between Wakanda and Talokanil. The whales told you everything you wanted to know.

You flinch from your train of thought as you sense frustration in the soft wave hitting your toes. Curious, you walk down the sea and a dolphin comes to you. He comes with a message from the deep sea. “What is it?”, you touch his forehead communicating to him. Communicating with animals is not like speaking to a person, the message does not come in understandable sentences, you try to feel it out and focus on reorganizing the message. “Gamomo.” You sigh, “What has he done this time?” The dolphin lets go from your touch and swims back to where it came from.

The sun is almost set by now. You go back to your house built near the beach, toss your backpack on the bed before you go out to the beach again. You are wearing only a tanktop and diving shorts. Despite the fatigue digging in your flesh, you walk down and plunge into the sea with the speed beyond human ability. It takes a couple hours until you arrive at the entrance of Mariana trench. You feel the pressure pushing your torso while your muscles relax letting the gravity pull you down. The environment has zero visibility, your body is beginning to respond. Your back and some areas on your arms produce hard scales. Your palms and some rifts between scales start to produce bioluminescence, as your eyes adjust to the light.

A creature approaches you from behind, its eerie appearance looks familiar. “Gamomo!”, you turn to a male frilled shark nudging your hands and pet him on his head, “Now what’s the hurry that made you sent a dolphin to me?” Gamomo shakes his tail like a dog demanding attention, he is eager to bring her down the trench. Your brows furrow, “Woah woah! hold up! What do you mean humans without suits? There’s no way they can get down here like that—come on let’s go check it out.”

They don’t even have to reach the bottom to find the answer. Right in front of them, are humanoid creatures, all of them dressed in ancient garments and accessories. You think, What the- They look a bit like Indigenous people from Mariana Island?. But when you take a closer look at costume details and a complex-looking machine with them, you change your mind, Talokanil? “State your business” you greet them out of nowhere startling them. None speaks up, and instead point their spears at you. You repeat “I said state your business, strangers.” One of them with wings attached to his ankles asks, “ Who are you?”

“The right question here is who are you? And why are you?” Your voice turns cold trying to keep your cool despite a concern about you being outnumbered, “I’m not going to ask twice.”

You notice Gamomo commands other frilled sharks to round them up and whisper to him, “Tell them to back up, Gamomo. We don’t want to start a fight, do we?” Gamomo does as she said, all sharks slowly back up blending in the darkness.

The one with winged ankles said, “We detected a vibranium meteorite in this trench and we are here to collect it.”

You knew this day would come but not this soon. “And Who are you ?” He notices you don’t seem surprised much, she knows something, “My name is K’uk’ulkan, King of Talokan.”

Ch1

#Namor #namor x reader #k’uk’ulkan x reader #let me know if you like it or there’s smth i need to fix #bluishabalone

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chaoticevilbean · 2 years

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Has anyone noticed that in "The Boy in the Iceberg", at 7:05, it clearly shows that Sokka's spear is made of bone?

Has anyone ever though about the implications that has on how he and Katara are viewed by the other members of the Gaang?

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Suki, examining Sokka's spear: So what is this made out of?

Sokka: Whale tooth and bone, though I wrapped some of it in leather for strength and grip.

Suki, who uses primarily metal, wood, and clothe in her weapons, and thought it was strange wood: Oh.

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Toph, who can't sense what Sokka's club is made out of beyond that big stone in the center: Hey, Sugar Queen! What's this? *holds it up*

Katara: Sokka's club???

Toph: No, idiot, what's it made out of?

Katara: Oh! Polar bear femur and leather. Sokka's really proud of that one.

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Zuko, comparing swords with Sokka: So what's yours?

Sokka: We found metal in a meteorite and I used that.

Zuko, confused but supportive: Okay. So is your boomerang made of the same thing?

Sokka: No? We don't have metal much in the Poles, so it's made out of some steel from a long time again. It's been handed down for years.

Zuko, who is used to metal being used everywhere: That's rough, buddy. But then what's your other things made out of?

Sokka: Mostly bone, leather for grips, and occasionally some stones we find hidden in the ice. Technically, we have a trick where we try to find icicles during the Midnight Sun, and then chuck them at prey, but it's mostly for laughs.

Zuko, still stuck at "mostly bone": Uh-huh. Excuse me for a moment.

#sokka #katara #aang #boy in the iceberg #avatar the last airbender #atla #toph #zuko #suki

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x-heesy · 1 year

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Gif mood board 🏄‍♂️

For gentle and quivering

For all the soft hearted

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You

Eternal

Explosion 💥

Here and always, here and always

I've seen planes crash

I myself was in such a plane

I heard false notes in the turbine at the turn

I listened to the reactor hum in Chernobyl on a March afternoon

On the yacht, I listened to how the northwest blew about something of his own

Throat stained black

Sheep in a mountain village

And how drills cut into bones and how bullets whistle

Elbow-deep in someone else's blood, digging in crumpled guts

I saw so much love and hate in your eyes

I was at the excavations in the Crimea, I saw how thousands of years

Erased in dusty smoke as kingdoms come to naught

I've been to the tops of the snow

ate cayenne pepper

I sang for the quivering, tender

I sang for all the soft hearted

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For all the soft hearted

You

Eternal

Explosion

Here and always, here and always

I ran in such forests

That you can't grab the trunk

I went full sail

And next to the mighty whale was walking

I drowned a thousand times

I was suffocating jokingly

In Chechnya, several barrels were directed at me

I saw how the dead are burned

I heard the first cry

The child wakes up the fathers

How the son clings to his mother

I saw an empty corridor

Because of the steel grating

I heard fat major on you crossed with me

I drank everything that flows

Smoked everything that burns

I heard the last count

I saw a meteorite

I heard a collapse in the mountains

I saw a cliff in the forest

But the main thing I learned

You are the eternal explosion

For gentle and quivering

For all the soft hearted

For gentle and quivering

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For gentle and quivering

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For gentle and quivering

For all the soft hearted

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For all the soft hearted

You

Eternal

Explosion

Here and always, here and always

Вечный взрыв (Eternal explosion 💥)by Samoe Bolshoe Prostoe Chislo @shadowanndeath 💃🏽 🕺🏼

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fleurcareil · 10 months

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Northeast Quebec & West Labrador

I drove in the pouring rain onto the ferry between Matane and Baie-Comeau across the Saint Laurent, so unfortunately there were no whales to be seen but the ferry was super modern with lots of different seating areas to choose from, and you could simply drink a beer at your table rather than being constrained to the bar area 😊. After arriving at the north side, I first had difficulty finding the motel, then got soaking wet getting stuff out of the car & finally only found a mediocre place to eat... you can't have it perfect all of the time!

Next morning, I started a route that I had anticipated for 14 years since I came to Canada; driving the entire Labrador loop from west to east! The first leg of 565km is actually still in Quebec, which was built to access massive hydro projects along the Manicouagan river. On the way, I pass the Manic-2 dam but the real beast is the Daniel-Johnson dam at the Manic-5 power station, which with its 14 buttresses and 13 arches is the largest of its kind in the world. A free tour allows you to go inside the power station, walk at the base and atop the massive structure and provides tons of interesting info, including that it's named after the Quebec prime minister who died on the eve of the inauguration... 😢.

To my big surprise, the paved road stops immediately outside Manic-5 and continues like that for 100km... I remember having seen in the news last year that the entire highway had finally been paved, but I now realised that that was the Labrador section, whereas Quebec did not pave it... the often-loose gravel, many construction road stops, fast truck traffic and the rolling hills made for a tiring drive, so was glad when I arrived at my place to stay for the night at Station Uapishka. They had originally cancelled my booking due to the wildfires (which I saw evidence of further south along the road) but when the road reopened, they did too. Luckily so, as my next stop was 494km further which would have been too much to add!

The special thing about this hotel is that it's on the shores of the "L'oeil du Quebec", the reservoir filled by the Manic-5 dam in the form of an eye, as a result of a meteorite impact 214 million years ago. At a diameter of 75km, it's the 5th largest astrobleme in the world and clearly visible on Gmaps... I had wanted to go supping on the lake but decided for a walk and a beer on the beach instead, sometimes it doesn't hurt to be lazy 😊. Over a delicious dinner, I had a great conversation with a woman who is professor in cellular biologie about amongst others how to stimulate children to study sciences. With my engineering background we had a lot of back & forth, which I tried to do in French as much as possible. She's Quebecois but teaches in English so we had a good linguistic exchange! 😁

Next morning, I continue the unpaved road for another 200km or so😒, passing massive mines and electricity projects until I finally arrive in the "Big Land" just outside Labrador City. The first thing you see when coming into town is the Canadian Tire store, which still makes me smile 😍, but less than 10 minutes later I had inadvertently driven out of it already and had to U-turn to find a gas station and a park to have a picknick lunch. I had hoped for some Canada Day celebrations (was wearing a red tshirt 🍁) but there was nothing going on. The only funny thing to see is that most cars have a pole with a flag on top for better visibility on project sites, quite comical as it looks as if everyone's celebrating a birthday 😂.

Then another 3 hours onward to Churchill Falls, on a much better, less industrial road which was a breeze to drive on (apart from the water holes left by rain bursts). I made a few photo stops to capture the boreal landscape, which is dominated by thin, almost skeleton trees with sometimes a light green moss undercover and lots of bogs or little lakes in between. It's not the prettiest forest I've seen (I like fuller trees) but its vastness is impressive. You could also see the ecological succession of regrowth after a fire, as some older fire areas were regenerating with tons of little trees with the burnt stalks still standing tall...

Arriving at Churchill Falls, I only take 2 minutes to drive all roads in town to find the gas station (very important as there's signs at the intersection that it's 285km one way and 240km the other way for the nearest gas station!) and the one building that houses the library, canada post, grocery store, hotel and sole restaurant - convenient! 😁 The tiny village (collection of houses really) did celebrate Canada Day with a baseball game and fireworks which I couldn't see but hear from my comfy bed 😜.

The next day it was sunny, so after a call with my parents, I already hit the road at 08:15am for the next 327km. Labrador looks big on the map but feels truly massive when driving... whenever I hit a traffic jam in the GTA, I was longing for empty roads... they do exist; in Labrador!! 😎 I think I saw less than 15 cars on the entire drive (in both directions!). A pitstop for some stretches and a muffin gave me another opportunity to snap pics of the strange trees.

I first skipped Happy Valley - Goose Bay on arrival and went straight to North West River where the Labrador Interpretative Centre has interesting exhibits about the 4 peoples that live here (Inuit, Innu, Métis and Settlers) including the installation of an inukshuk, one of my favourite symbols of Canada 😊 (I still would like to buy one but not sure where exactly, perhaps in a Montreal art gallery or out West). For who like me, until today, doesn't know the difference; Inuit are coastal people that came from the Artic, whereas Innu are traditionally nomadic people from Quebec who followed the caribou herds. The Métis here are descendants of Inuit and settlers (although due to dispute about the name east of the Prairies, they've renamed themselves to Nunatukavut). Labrador has a complicated history including the forceful relocation of villages and lack of self-determination over its rich resources, so good to learn more about it! Before heading to the guesthouse, I have a peek at Melville Lake and sit at the beach (it's 27 degrees!) until the rain forces me back to the car.

After having done the laundry, groceries and ever-crucial filling up the gas, I head out to the Birch Island Boardwalk which gives access to a sandbar on the Churchill River. Once a year, I dedicate time to reflect on the beauty of life while remembering the people who died too young; my half-brother André, my housemate Berber, and since 2019, my friend Soren who took his life on the 2nd of July. These deaths have impacted me tremendously, in that they have given me the resolve to live my life to the best of my abilities and spur me to put my personal life above a career, including my decision in 2009 to leave BP for a radical change and then now doing it again. Especially given that I have the flexibility without a partner or children, I owe it to myself and to André, Berber and Soren that I go after what I think makes me happy 💖. For now, that's traveling through Canada!

Wildlife: 1 moose & 1 rabbit (along the road)

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Do Aliens Exist? 4 Bold Proofs Of Aliens

A new proof of aliens: Do aliens exist? Since no alien life has been identified, this does not rule it out. Is there life beyond Earth?

The major key facts:-

No confirmed alien proof, but NASA actively searches for life beyond Earth.

Expanding knowledge of habitable environments beyond Earth and Mars.

4 potential “new proof of aliens” mentioned: Mars vegetation (dismissed), microbes in meteorites (inconclusive), Mars canals (illusion), and Viking Lander results (controversial).

A vast universe makes alien life possibilities intriguing.

Scientific exploration is the key to uncovering the truth.

Explanations — Do Aliens exist and a reference by NASA:-

Isthere new proof of Aliens? This is a fascinating subject that NASA has been attempting to comprehend, investigate, and answer for a long time. We have yet to discover life on another planet, nor have we seen any scientifically verified evidence of extraterrestrial life.

However, if we look beyond the huge things like elephants, whales, and redwood trees, and focus on the microscopic things, we’ve found microbial life almost everywhere on Earth.

Understanding of livable settings:-

Our understanding of livable settings continues to broaden. We’ve only just started looking beyond Earth. NASA has dispatched five spacecraft and four landing craft to the outermost layer of Mars. Furthermore, orbiters have been built with some incredible equipment to capture images of all the surfaces of the Red Planet. But we’ve only explored a small portion of Mars. And that’s just one of the promising places to seek life beyond our solar system.

Ice-covered worlds in the solar system’s outermost regions, such as Saturn’s Enceladus and Jupiter’s Europa, appear to have subterranean oceans that could support life. And that is only what our solar system contains. The more exoplanets discovered near other stars, the more scientists learn about the variety of settings that potentially support life. We can’t say for sure if there is new proof of Aliens or if they exist.

“The universe is a pretty big place.” “If it’s just us, it seems like a terrible waste of space.” (Carl Sagan)

A little reference to our last article:-

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4 Bold Proofs Of Aliens:-

As far as we can recall, humans have questioned if they are alone in the world. However, in September 2013, a team of researchers stated that a cell fragment discovered during a balloon ride in the high atmosphere could be evidence of life from space. While people and conspiracy theorists frequently present new proofs of aliens’ visits, scientists have also claimed to have discovered evidence of extraterrestrial life. Here are the top five scientific proofs of aliens.

1- C. Clarke’s Bushes On Planet Mars

Sir Arthur C. Clarke made news in 2001 when he claimed that freshly returned photographs from NASA’s Mars Global Surveyor revealed the presence of trees and bushes on Mars. Most scientists dismissed the notion, but the writer maintained his view.

“I’m quite serious when I say have a really good look at these new Mars images.” “Something is moving and changing with the seasons which suggests, at least, vegetation.” Sir Arthur C. Clarke,

2- The Microbes In Meteorites

NASA scientist Richard Hoover issued a study claiming to have discovered fossil evidence of bacteria in carbon-based rocks from outer space. Hoover used scanning electron microscopes to examine meteorite slices and found filaments and formations that he described as resembling microscopic single-celled algae.

Some scientists were hesitant, partly because the article appeared in the doubtful Journal of Cosmology. Other researchers stated that the study was carefully done, but it was too early to judge if the claim was valid.

3- Mars Canal

The concept that a sophisticated network of canals crossed Mars was initially proposed in 1877 by Italian astronomers and later popularized by astronomer Percival Lowell. Lowell created complex sketches of what he believed to be canals based on observations collected at his observatory in Flagstaff, Arizona.

The concept was reasonably popular until the early twentieth century when astronomical measurements were enhanced and higher-resolution imaging exposed the “canals” to be illusions of light and geologic structures.

4- Viking Lander Results

In 1976, NASA’s two Viking landers landed on Mars’ surface. The probes carried out a variety of biological investigations, including gathering samples of Martian soil for analysis of organic molecules (the building blocks of life) and biosignatures that might suggest the presence of microbes.

The landers found no evidence of organics, but the onboard Labeled Release experiment discovered a reactive agent in Mars’ surface material that produced more carbon dioxide. Gilbert Levin, the engineer who invented Labeled Release, determined that the behaviour was caused by living microbes found in Martian soil. However, the conclusion has yet to be embraced by the scientific community.

Concluding Thoughts:-

NASA has been exploring the possibility of alien life for years, but so far, there is no concrete evidence. While microbial life has been found on Earth, the search for extraterrestrial life continues, with Mars being a promising candidate for further exploration.

Scientists have claimed to have discovered evidence of extraterrestrial life, including a cell fragment found in the high atmosphere, challenging the age-old question of whether humans are alone in the world.

NASA scientist Richard Hoover’s study suggesting the discovery of fossilized bacteria in meteorite rocks from space has sparked debate among scientists.

Some question the credibility of the findings while others acknowledge the thoroughness of the research but emphasize the need for further investigation before confirming.

The Viking landers’ experiments on Mars in 1976 did not find evidence of organic molecules, but the Labeled Release experiment suggested the presence of living microbes in Martian soil, a conclusion that has not been widely accepted by scientists.

#mystery #strange #documentary #risetv #wonderous #podcast #aliens #entertainment

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The Whales Tale: Moby Dick's Martian Musings

Greetings, dear creatures of the sea and land alike! It is I, Moby Dick, the great white whale, famed and feared across the seven seas. But today, I bring you a tale not of the ocean's depths, but of a quest that even I, in all my maritime majesty, find astonishing - the story of how a robotic AI chemist may breathe oxygen into Mars.

You might wonder, what could possibly link a whale like me to the red sands of Mars? Ah, it all started with a curious incident involving my old adversary, Captain Ahab, a peculiar scientist, and a series of utterly unexpected events.

It was a calm day in the ocean, the water as still as a mirror, when I first heard the news. A scientist aboard a ship, obsessed with Mars, was blabbering about turning rocks into oxygen. This caught my ear, or rather, my sonar. As a whale who had seen many things, this was new and intriguing. I decided to follow the ship discreetly, using my whale-ish wiles.

One night, as the moon cast a silvery glow over the sea, the scientist, in his excitement, dropped a curious device into the ocean. It was a prototype of an AI chemist, designed to experiment with Martian rocks. The scientist lamented his loss, but little did he know, his device was about to embark on an underwater adventure.

You see, I, being a whale of great curiosity, scooped up the device. As it turned out, this AI chemist could function underwater! In my underwater world, it began experimenting with various elements, trying to produce oxygen from seawater. I was fascinated and amused as it bubbled and beeped, churning the water around me.

The more I observed, the more I understood the scientist's dream. He wanted to create oxygen on Mars, much like I, Moby Dick, rule the waves with my mighty flukes. This AI chemist, with its relentless pursuit of oxygen, reminded me of Ahab's relentless pursuit of, well, me.

In a stroke of what I can only call whale's luck, I encountered a group of Martian rocks, remnants of a meteorite that had plunged into the sea. This was the AI chemist's moment! It whirred and clicked, processing the Martian rocks, and to my amazement, it actually produced a tiny bubble of oxygen!

Thrilled by this success, I decided to return the device to the scientist. With a mighty leap, I emerged from the sea, startling the sailors, and gently placed the AI chemist back on the deck. The scientist was overjoyed, not just to see his device, but because it had proven its potential – thanks to a whale's help.

Now, as I swim through the oceans, I often think about that AI chemist. Its quest to make Mars habitable is as daring and ambitious as my own adventures through the uncharted waters of the world's oceans. The thought of a machine, tirelessly working to transform a lifeless planet into a realm where humans might thrive, is as fascinating to me as the deepest mysteries of the deep sea.

You see, my dear friends, my interest in this Martian endeavor is more than mere curiosity. It's about the wonder of exploration, the thrill of discovery, and the relentless pursuit of what seems impossible. Just as I elude harpooners and explore the vastness of the ocean, this AI chemist represents humanity's unyielding quest to explore and conquer new frontiers.

So, when I heard of the article titled "Moby Dick Reveals How a Robotic AI Chemist May Breathe Oxygen into Mars," I couldn't help but let out a bellowing laugh that echoed through the ocean. The story of the AI chemist, its accidental journey through my aquatic realm, and its successful experiment with Martian rocks - it all seemed like a fantastical chapter from my own life.

In a way, I feel a kinship with this robotic AI chemist. Just as I am a legend of the seas, this AI chemist could become a legend of space, transforming the barren, inhospitable landscape of Mars into a place where life can flourish. It's a tale of science, ambition, and the indomitable spirit of exploration - qualities that resonate with a whale like me, who has seen the wonders of the world beneath the waves.

And so, my tale comes to a close. From the depths of the ocean to the dusty plains of Mars, the journey of the AI chemist is a testament to the boundless potential of imagination and ingenuity. As I continue my endless roam through the oceans, I'll keep an eye – or rather, a sonar – on the progress of these intrepid explorers. Who knows, perhaps one day, humans will find a way to explore the oceans of Mars, and they'll have their AI chemist – and a certain whale's serendipitous intervention – to thank for it.

Farewell, my aquatic and terrestrial friends. May your currents always flow favorably, and your skies be clear for exploration, whether on Earth or on the distant, intriguing sands of Mars.

#mars #oxygen #science #science education #education #technology

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Writer's Month 2023, Day 6: "Surf"

Original fiction (sci-fi/horror) Status/Word count: Complete for now, though I might do more with this later. 974 words. Author's notes: I wasn't sure what to do for this prompt until I remembered the TVTropes term "Body Surf."

It originally came to Earth when something like a meteorite crashed into the water.

The first thing to come across it was a squid. It touched the squid. And thus it became the squid, suddenly learning what it was to have limbs, and eyes, and a form. It absorbed the creature’s mind and knew what it was to swim, to hunt fish, to flee from predators.

It remained a squid for a long time, until one of those predators got too close.

Just as it had been a shock to inhabit a body, it was a new experience to find itself so much bigger, and so different, even more solid, its movements more restricted, yet stronger. It was a whale now. The instincts to hunt and swim were familiar, but now it rose to the surface, knowing that there was a surface above it, and breathed its first gulps of unwatered air.

It spend some time as a whale, eating the surrounding fish, before it started to wonder what their lives were like. And so it moved again, into a much smaller home, and left its former host to float mindlessly in the water.

In basic shape, this body was similar, but it didn’t need to breach, and being so small was a nerve-wracking experience—so many things wanted to eat it now, and it missed its days of being predator instead of prey. And so it found a bigger fish, one that it instinctually feared, and abandoned the smaller fish to become a shark.

Being a shark was much like its last host, and much like a whale, but also quite different in other ways. One change was that it now hunted seals, an animal that lived outside of the water. And it was one day, when it was swimming near the surface to eat rather than breach, that it spotted what it thought was one of these animals.

And suddenly, something unexpected happened. The seal turned out to be something else, a new creature that fell into the water with a splash. An animal very different than anything that it had seen before.

In a split-second decision, driven by curiosity, it abandoned its shark and jumped into the creature.

The human, already frightened by the approaching shark, screamed.

Every host was a new experience, but this change—the rush of strange thoughts and memories, the alienness of its body, and oh, this was not a water creature, the water had entered its lungs and it hurt, it was wrong! Quickly it integrated the new instincts, the knowledge of how to swim without flippers or tentacles, and forced its way up, truly breaking the surface and gasping for breath.

It grabbed the thing floating beside it—not a seal, something more like driftwood, but different—and held it, panting for a moment. Tried to absorb the mind that came with this body, and discovered, to its utter shock, that it was fighting back. It could feel the host still there, its mind racing with a sort of fear that the smallest fish had never experienced.

And suddenly, it had words for things. This body was called a human. The human was called Chris. And it was floating in the water, holding a surfboard.

It hauled itself onto the board and sat there, trying to take it all in. Its head was spinning—not actually, but it was a term this brain provided, an idiom, and it didn’t even have time to unpack that right now. It held out its limbs and looked at itself. Arms and hands and fingers. Tanned skin, covered with drops of water—it had never experienced water as drops before. It had legs ending with feet and toes. It was male. Little hairs covered its body, and it was wearing clothes, board shorts specifically. It touched them, feeling the fabric. It was vaguely aware that one wore more clothes, usually, but at the beach all this body required was a bathing suit. And...

It reached to its new body's chest, touching the thing Chris wore around his neck. A set of dog tags that had belonged to Chris' grandfather. Chris' father had given them to him.

Father. Grandfather. So many strange emotions, crashing on him like a flood. It had so rarely thought of other beings before, aside from as food or predators or potential hosts.

“Yo, Chris!”

It turned. Liam was padding over on his own surfboard. It recognized Liam. There were a whole slew of memories about Liam. Today they had come to the beach. They often went surfing together.

“You okay, man? You look—” Liam made a vague gesture in front of his face. Chris’ brain recognized it. Liam meant that Chris was acting “spacey.”

It wasn’t sure what to respond. It looked down at itself again. It was Chris now, just like it had been a squid and a fish and a shark. But being Chris was more than it had ever experienced before. And there was something…some part of Chris…still screaming in fear in the back of its mind. That Chris wanted to know what was going on, and why he was no longer in control of his body.

This was all frightening. Fleeing predators seemed tame in comparison.

But also…

"I'm the one who taught you to surf," it said slowly. "Back in ninth grade. And you helped me pass Algebra. That's how we became friends."

It knew, dimly, that it hadn't done that, that Chris had done that before. But it felt like something that it had done.

"Chris? Dude, are you okay?"

It...he looked up at Liam, and saw the concern growing on his face. It made him feel good, knowing that Liam was worried. He and Liam were friends. He felt a thrill of exhilaration at the thought.

“I don’t know,” the new Chris said finally.

#Also I wrote this a few days after my last entry so I didn't really notice that I'd jumped from a Yeerk to ANOTHER body-stealing alien.#WritersMonth2023 #Science fiction #Sci-fi #Alien #Aliens

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The Forgotten Women Aquanauts of the 1970s Among the 80,000 images in the photo library of the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration—along with historical charts, whales and coral reefs, and many, many storm-tossed ships—is a picture that seems to beg for further explanation. Five smiling young women in matching short red wetsuits, sit on the edge of an orange pontoon in the bright tropical sun. The enigmatic caption: “In 1970, all female team performed as well as males in scientific sat mission.” That, according to marine biologist Alina Szmant, who identifies herself as the second woman from the right (“the one with coquettish grin”), is a bit of an understatement—and only part of a story that was for her “an experience of a lifetime.” In fact, according to Szmant, the first all-female experiment in underwater living (“sat” refers to “saturation diving”) was an undiluted success. “We performed admirably,” Szmant says, of the 14 days she and her colleagues spent living and working in a submerged laboratory known as Tektite more than fifty years ago. “We spent more hours in the water doing science than any of the male groups.” Of course, Szmant and her fellow aquanauts never set out to prevail in a submarine battle of the sexes. They were there for the scientific opportunities—and for the adventure. And although the Tektite project may be little remembered today, its impact on research, exploration and the history of women in science has been quietly profound. Szmant was a graduate student at Scripps Institution of Oceanography when she heard about an intriguing request for proposals put out by the U.S. Department of the Interior and NASA. They were looking for a team of scientists to spend two weeks in the Tektite underwater habitat, parked off the shore of St. John in the U.S. Virgin Islands. Named for a type of glassy pebble sometimes formed by meteorite impacts, Tektite consisted of two 18-foot-high metal cylinders connected at the base. Inside was a lab and storage space, a small kitchen with a Harvest Gold refrigerator and microwave, a tiny bathroom and no-frills bunks. Its original inhabitants, the year before, had been a team of male scientists whose primary research goal was to see whether they experienced any adverse effects from spending two months underwater. “Man had walked on the moon, but NASA was thinking about longer missions,” Szmant explains. “They were interested in the medical and psychological side of things—what happens when people are isolated from society and have to live with only a few other people?” NASA hoped that the undersea environment could stand in for space, and in a way it did. To live at that depth, the aquanauts had to remain under pressure the entire time, their bodies saturated with nitrogen to counteract the effect. With at least 19 hours of depressurization required to avoid the bends, hasty escape to the surface was impossible. Still, the men were not as isolated as they might have been on a Martian mission. They watched TV, put away stacks of frozen dinners and stayed in constant communication with the surface. No serious problems arose. The next step, the project’s leaders decided, would be to find out how scientists might conduct real research under these conditions. And that’s where Szmant came in. Along with her friend Ann Hartline and Ann’s husband Peter, Szmant proposed to study the behavior of small coral reef fish. Their application was accepted, along with a proposal by Renate True, an oceanographer at Tulane University who had been on dives with Jacques Cousteau, and another by Sylvia Earle, a Harvard University research fellow who, two decades later, would become NOAA’s first female chief scientist. The proposals for what became known as Tektite II came from men and women scientists, but government agencies were leery of coed missions—and the public relations potential of an all-female team at a time when the feminist movement was gaining strength had clear allure. All that was needed was a woman engineer to maintain the habitat’s life‐support systems. Peggy Lucas Bond, a graduate student in electrical engineering at the University of Delaware in an era with few women engineers, had once been a lifeguard, so after completing a scuba program run by former Navy Seals, Bond, too, was bound for Tektite. Their scientific credentials may have been solid, but as they prepared for their mission it didn’t escape the media that the five women aquanauts—Szmant, Bond, Hartline, True, and Earle—were also good-looking young brunettes. “The average height of team members is 5 feet 3 inches and the average weight 110 pounds,” reported the Associated Press, in all seriousness. “They all wear their hair longer than shoulder length, pulled into pony tails or braids.” Lest readers worry about the effects of salt water on that long hair, the article also noted: “They will have one concession to femininity—a hair dryer in their living capsule 50 feet below the surface. But they do not plan to spend much time primping.” The women who moved into Tektite in July 1970 also had little time to dwell on sexist media coverage—there was more than enough work to occupy them. Sophisticated rebreathers—a newly available technology—let them venture into the coral reefs and seagrass meadows surrounding the station for up to eight hours at a time. It was exhilarating, but also exhausting. When not diving, the women spent hours sitting in Tektite’s bubble windows watching marine life pass by, as if in a sort of inverse aquarium. At night, many fish were attracted by the habitat’s lights, and Szmant remembers silvery, six-foot-long tarpons staring in at them “with these gigantic eyes: They’re like, ‘What’s going on in there?’” The Tektite crew’s research findings would lead to published papers, but—at least from NASA’s perspective—it was the aquanauts themselves who were the real experiment, and their return to the surface at mission’s end represented a triumph, celebrated with a ticker tape parade in Chicago and a formal luncheon at the White House with First Lady Pat Nixon. (It was a “circus,” Szmant says, that made them feel “pretty silly.”) As the attention faded, the five returned to their various professional pursuits. Szmant finished her Ph.D. and became a professor of marine biology. Bond’s career as a computer scientist took her to Hawaii and Paris. Hartline later became an environmental lawyer, and True taught anatomy and physiology in Texas. Earle was the only aquanaut whose fame grew after Tektite; a marine biologist and science communicator, she still holds the world record for deepest dive by a woman (1,250 feet, set in 1979), a feat that won her the nickname “Her Deepness.” True died in 2017, but the other four would reunite in 2020 for an online conference marking 50 years since their mission. Tektite itself hosted a handful of other, all-male missions before it was shut down and put into storage at a Philadelphia shipyard. In 1980, a nonprofit restored the habitat with the aim of putting it into service again, but without the funds to submerge it Tektite again deteriorated. Its metal was eventually recycled. Despite its ignominious end, Tektite’s legacy continued with new generations of undersea habitats—including the Aquarius Reef Base in Florida, which NASA astronauts have used as a stand-in for space, the moon and even Mars. Lessons learned from Tektite—including about remote communications, group cohesiveness and even menu planning—informed NASA’s first space station, Skylab, launched in 1973. Meanwhile, Tektite II’s all-female mission furthered the idea that women could perform as well as (or better than) men in extreme environments, providing evidence that helped encourage NASA to begin training women as astronauts in 1978. “Tektite made it easy for them to say, ‘Okay, we can put women up there as well,’ which they have done—and which was quite a success,” says Bond, who over the past half century has watched humanity explore space with a sense of personal pride, knowing that she played a small role in making it all possible. “I think it’s very, very important. I contributed, and I’m pleased that I did. “ https://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/women-aquanauts-tektite-ii

#Amy Crawford #Atlas Obscura

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Witch Date Ideas for different Witches

Kitchen Witch

Go to a homey bakery and let them go on and on about all the ways to enchant blueberry muffins.

(NYC) Go to eataly and get some good ass pastries or prosciutto and other delicious dried cuts, just basically eat around Eataly or go to Dough.

(NYC) Explore supermarkets in places like china town, ktown, (eataly is great too) and get new foods or ingredients for them to try out at home.

(NYC) Load your pockets with dollars and take them to a street fair and try every food/snack stand they want.

(NYC) If they like beer take them to good beer and have one of the guys explain the different brews. If they like mead take them to Honies.

Green Witch

Go to a botanical garden and point to the prettiest flower and say “that’s you”

Start a date by giving them a bouquet with a special message by using the Victorian language of flowers, or your own correspondences

If living together, go to a local nursery and choose flowers to plant together at your home.

(NYC) Take them to Flower power and offer to get them a gift that they please.

(NYC) Also be their buffer to killing their wallet cause that’ll happen at flower power.

(NYC) Take them to any botanical garden. During the winter the Brooklyn one is free.

(NYC) Take them florist shopping.

(NYC) Take them to the Kava bar in the lower east side to feel great after drinking nonalcoholic kava cocktails.

(NYC) Get lost in the north woods in Central Park.

Hedge Witch

(NYC) take them to the beautiful greenwood cemetery.

(NYC) Buy them some skulls or antlers at Catland.

(NYC) Go ghost hunting in some spooky ass places like the abandoned homes of Govenors island or The Dakota building, but if it gets too spooky then have a picnic on the island or by Central Park instead!

Go pumpkin, apple, strawberry, or any fruit picking, then use the fruits/vegetables in cooking/baking.

Cosmic Witch

Take them star gazing and come up with stories about planets falling in love.

Take a car out to a quiet, rural place and stargaze. Watch from a blanket on the ground or the top of the car. If you want, you can take a telescope.

I’d suggest oddities since they sell meteorite and other spacely things though it could be costly there.

(NYC) Museum of natural history has a great space section and planetarium too.

(NYC) Stargazing in NYC might be tricky but if you go up to fort Tyron you might have a beautiful view nonetheless!

Sea Witch

Go to the beach and help them look for sea shells. Help them carry all the ocean water home.

(NYC) Take the Q35 from Flatbush Ave (last 2,5 stop) to fort Tilden. It’s the best beach since it’s the cleanest and hardly no one is there. It’s serene and you’ll find tons of shells.

(NYC) You can stay on the same bus as it will take you to Jacob Riis beach. I find the water there way less clean with tons of algae BUT the seashells there are phenomenal! Like as huge as ashtrays. So if it’s cold and you want to just go seashell hunting I’d vote for Jacob riis.

(NYC) Swimming is better for fort Tilden. If it’s too cold for the beach take them to a boutique called Oddities. They sell beautiful seashells and other incredible magical things in that shop.

(NYC) You can also take them to the museum of natural history and chill in that gorgeous aquatic room with the massive whale that every child feared would drop on their heads and crush them. It’s a beautiful space.

Lunar Witch

Bathe in the full moon together

Graveyard/Death Witch

Go to a local cemetery on a nice day and talk about all the headstones that speak to you.

Getting relationship advice from other spirits. Or traveling to graveyards To do exploring.

take them to the oldest cemetery in the area and do headstone rubbings together

Go people watching at a cemetery. You look out for the living ones and they’ll keep an eye on the dead ones

Take them to your local graveyard and let them tell you about what the ghosts of those who are long gone whisper to them.

Picnic next to a graveyard or a place that has a strong connection to spirits

Crystal Witch

Going to crystal stores and giving them rose quartz, because love.

Let them tell you about their own crystal collection as you browse your local geology museum/crystal shop. Ask them questions about their properties, and maybe even the chemical makeup if they have a scientific streak.

Go to a craft fair and buy a crystal/stone piece for your loved one.

Go to a gem mine to try and find some crystals, rocks, or gems

Energy Witch

(NYC) Get them a session at the Woom center. Take them to the tarot society to pet crystals. The tarot society and Earth Arts center also has soundbaths from time to time.

(NYC) Avoid Times Square at all costs especially if they are super empathetic.

(NYC) Design a candle together at Enchantments.

Storm Witch

If you live in the Midwest and don’t have a very strong sense of self preservation (like most of the locals), take them on a tornado chase with you and make out after you survive.

Just play in the rain with them.

invite them over when it’s raining to sit inside and listen to the pitter patter on the windows while you watch movies. Have rainboots and a coat ready if don’t want to watch a movie or want to do something fun afterwards.

Drag them into the rain and dance!

Desert Witch

Road trip to your nearest friendly neighborhood mesas/weird rock formations. Bonus if you listen to them talk about the area’s folklore

Divination Witch

Swap readings take them some where they can try new decks.

Space Witch

Go to the observatory.

Stare at the constellations

Enjoy a picnic under the stars

Fire Witch

Take them to a huge bonfire (possibly around Beltane) where you can talk and dance and everything, then take some ashes when you're done for different rituals!

(NYC) Sometimes flower power has an herbal smokes class you guys could sign up for. The people that work there would be happy to help you pick out herbs for your own herbal smoking blend! You can also go there to pick out ingredients for loose incense!

(NYC) Namaste on 14th also has an amazing selection of incense. You can buy them a cute and quirky candle at flying tiger or pick materials for candle making together at Michaels. In the summertime go to Roosevelt island and have a bonfire in one of the fire pit/grills.

Necromantic Witch

Take them to a graveyard.

Earth Witch

Start by leaving them a hand written letter to meet you somewhere. Have that somewhere be a beautiful hidden spot in the forest or anywhere that has to do with nature. Pack her favorite foods and bring her favorite book and take her on a forest picnic. Read to her (or have her read to you) as you just sit and enjoy each other’s company and Mother Earth around you.

Music Witch

Take them to a concert or a musical. Watch them get a little more into the rhythms than everyone else.

Go find some music and perform with them

Get a bunch of their favorite music albums (DVD’s) and listen to them together with or with out food

Try to watch a street performance or walk around downtown

Ice/Snow Witch

Ice skating! Or start a snow ball fight with them

Try making synthetic snow and play with it

Play with them on a snowy day, then enjoy some hot coco or hot cider with cookies

Building a snow man or playing in the snow on a snowy day

Try going to a cold place or a snowboard/ski resort to enjoy the snow and exercise

Bath Witch

(NYC) Take them to king spa or sauna castle (Korean bath and sauna houses) and try out every majestic sauna and bath together.

(NYC) Take them to a shop like Lush or the Face Shop to try new things. Have a spa day at home with them.

Make a diy bath bomb or soap

Take bath with a bath bomb

Go to a sauna, onsen, or hot spring

Make a diy sauna with a humidifier in your bathroom or closet while you wear towels.

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doctorslippery · 3 years

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A mermaid.

A merman.

A shark with 2 heads and tentacles where its tail should be.

The net has been chewed through.

A skeleton with different gold bones.

A school of singing fish.

The tentacle of a kraken.

A bunch of crabs with weirdly shaped claws. Some look like they have hands, paws, knives, trident, etc.

A kraken toddler.

The kid of a mermaid & merman. Around 6 or 7 years old.

A 20ft. white lobster.

A severed ear with an attached golden earring.

A message in a bottle.

Dragon-turtle egg.

A poisonous fish that deals 1D8 damage when eaten.

A school of quippers.

A locked chest.

Fragments of a wrecked vessel.

Eggs of a Sahuagin.

A coral/barnacle-encrusted magical weapon/armor.

A concrete block with the remnants of two humaniod legs sticking out. If the players break the concrete, a ring of waterbreathing can be found on one of the toes. Kinda makes you wonder how the person died if it wasn’t by drowning….

A ships intricately detailed figurehead.

A chum bucket.

A pineapple with a sea snail crawling all over it.

A lobster trap containing a crab, a squid, a sea sponge, and a starfish.

A glass ball containing a live squirrel.

A broken leg bone.

A letter in a bottle. Written on the letter is a recipe for a very delicious sandwich.

A painting of a pirate and his parrot.

A bloated corpse that looks exactly like you.

The net is empty, but coated with gritty, pitch-black oil.

A perfectly intact but not fossilized dead animal that has been extinct for millennia.

A fist-sized, segmented black metal pyramid that causes everyone around it to vie for possession of it with increasing violence unless it is submerged in salt water.

A skull of the fishman species with noticeable gouges and cuts around the eye sockets.

Driftwood.

The most beautiful piece of driftwood you’ve ever seen.

A rune-covered iron flask sealed with a silver band.

A wooden doll without clothes.

A grapefruit sized stone sphere that mysteriously floats in salt water.

A key carved from bone.

A fine/expensive looking cloak that hasn’t begun to rot yet.

A large cod. (Gold ring in its stomach)

A scroll case with a now-indecipherable treasure map.

Your net is torn from your hands: a DC 25 perception check from on the ship, or a DC15 from in the water, reveals an immovable rod that it got caught on.

A sentient jeweled necklace which appears to be worth several thousand gp but tries to convince the wearer to kill themselves.

An ornate wooden statue of some god or goddess, now covered in barnacles.

A bottle containing one copper piece and a note reading “spend it well”. The coin is too big to leave the bottle.

A sleeping human girl wearing barnacle/seaweed covered clothes that look incredibly old. Once she is relatively dry, she wakes up.

A strange stone tablet with a map etched on it, and writing in Aquan.

A live crab, but made of solid gold and encrusted with gems.

The anchor of a legendary pirate vessel.

A talking fish that offers to grant a wish in exchage for being set free.

A rusty sword that seems to glow, but only when you look at it from the corner of your eye.

A carved stone talisman on a broken cord, tangled in seaweed.

A bottle of rum.

An ancient bottle of wine, encrusted with barnacles.

A brass oil lamp – maybe you should try rubbing it clean…

1d8 spiky green fruits. It will cause you to vomit sea water (and just sea water) if you eat it.

A golden compass and astrolabe.

A sea-elf offering slightly damp sea scrolls for sale. Very handy during storms.

Giant 30ft. clam. 50% chance for a pearl.

Giant lobster being ridden by a sea goblin.

A talking sea turtle.

A reverse mermaid. (Top half fish and human legs).

A bottle with a (d100)potion inside.

A school of fish that cause hallucinations when consumed.

A giant 25ft oyster. Cracking it open reveals a Sea Dragon egg instead of a pearl.

A chunk of meteorite that fell into the ocean.

A glass helmet that grants darkvision and waterbreathing.

A trident.

A shipwrecked sailor.

The leftovers from a sauhaugin attack.

Large orbs that appear to be made of pure water, which are slightly gesticulating (an aquatic variant of gelatinous ooze).

A baby in a basket (race can very based on DM descretion).

A pirates peg leg. Made of two parts, a wide brim that attaches to the leg and the actual peg. Unscrewing it reveals the leg is hollow, with a map on the inside.

A Demigod who had one too many to drink. Return him to their dad to get a reward.

A shackled live Triton.

Several large pieces of perfectly polished sea glass.

An old boot mimic.

A bag of coins from different civilizations, not all of them are from recent civilizations, but all of them are covered in a black, viscous ooze.

A clam that’s sealed shut, with an unbreakable shell. If the shell is pried open, the clan starts signing sea shanties in the wrong key – very, very loudly.

A bottle with a map in it.

An entire campfire, still lit, that doesn’t burn anything.

A small red crab that speaks fluent Common with a melodic accent. Once in the boat it demands to be placed back under the sea.

A barnacle clad silver hand mirror, miraculously still intact. When you try to look at your reflection, you see yourself as a bloated dead corpse.

A sealed container with an important letter inside.

An odd & very fancy looking coffin that is sealed.

A sextant made of coral, covered in kelp.

A harpoon.

Gold coins that are (20d10 x 100) years old.

A whale screaming bloody murder.

The eggs of a kraken.

A very large squid. Could easily be mistaken for a kraken.

The skulls of Giants. 8 to be precise.

The Kraken

A shark with half-formed legs.

A shell inscribed with runes (a mermaid’s love poem).

A giant that was out for a swim. He got tangled in the net.

An octopus with a knife and a salty look in her eye.

A mysterious egg that doesn’t belong to any known species.

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michaelbogild · 3 years

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Lines by Joanna Newsom

No one knows what is coming Or who will harvest what we have sewn Or how I've been dulling and dumbing In the service of the heart alone

Oh, silent, constant driver of mine: wordlessly calling from the end of the line, where, even though each hour I ever loved must queue and dive, still, you will not take my heart, alive.

And darling we will be fine but what was yours and mine appears to me a sandcastle that the gibbering wave takes But if it's all just the same then will you say my name? Say my name in the morning so that I know when the wave breaks

I fell, I tried to do well but I won't be. Will you tell the one that I love to remember and hold me?

See, I got gone when I got wise But I can't with certainty say we survived

Stay with me for awhile, that's an awfully real gun I know life will lay you down as the lightning has lately done

All we saw was that Time is taller than Space is wide

What happened to the man you were, when you loved somebody before her? Did he die? Or does that man endure, somewhere far away?

I don't know if you loved me most, but you loved me last.

Meanwhile, I will raise my own glass to how you made me fast and expendable And I will drink to your excellent health and your cruelty, will you have one on me?

It was a dark dream, darlin', it's over The firebreather is beneath the clover Beneath his breathing there is cold clay, forever A toothless hound-dog choking on a feather

the records they left are cryptic at best, lost in obsolescence.

The old veil of desire, like vessels that we fired, fell thin as eggshells.

But stand brave, life-liver, bleeding out your days in the river of time. Stand brave: time moves both ways, in the nullifying, defeating, negating, repeating joy of life;

Anyhow, I sat by your side, by the water You taught me the names of the stars overhead that I wrote down in my ledger Though all I knew of the rote universe were those Pleiades loosed in December I promised you I'd set them to verse, so I'd always remember

I called to you several times while the change took place and then arrived all night And I died But all these songs, when you and I are long gone, will carry on

That the meteorite is the source of the light and the meteor's just what we see And the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee And the meteorite's just what causes the light and the meteor's how it's perceived And the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void, that lies quiet in offering to thee

Hardly seen, hardly felt– deep down where your fight is waiting, down 'till the light in your eyes is fading:

There's a big black spider hanging over my door Can't go anywhere, anymore

Who asked you? Asked you if you want to be Loved by me? Who died and made you in charge of who loves who?

And I saw straight away that the lay was steep But I fell for you, honey, as easy as falling asleep And that right there is the course I keep

And the tilt of this strange nation And the will to remain for the duration Waving the flag Feeling it drag

Hey, hey, hey, the end is near On a good day you can see the end from here But I won't turn back now though the way is clear I will stay for the remainder

You froze in your sand shoal, prayed for your poor soul Sky was a bread roll, soaking in a milk-bowl And when the bread broke, fell in bricks of wet smoke My sleeping heart woke, and my waking heart spoke

And it's my heart, not me, who cannot drive At which conclusion you arrived Watching me sit here bolt upright and cry For no good reason at the Eastering sky

bearing weight, taking fire, trading smokes, in the war between us and our ghosts.

And every little gust that chances through will dance in the dust of me and you, with joy-of-life.

We broke our hearts in the war between St. George and the dragon But both in equal parts are welcome to come along I'm inviting everyone

By the time you read this, I will be so far away Daddy Longlegs, how in the world am I to be expected to stay? In the night, in the night, you may hear me call Pa, stay your hand and steel your resolve, stay where you are, so long and tall

Our nature does not change by will In the winter, 'round the ruined mill The creek is lying flat and still It is water, though it's frozen

Our lived come easy and our lives come hard. We carry them like a pack of cards: some we don't use, but we don't discard, but keep for a rainy day.

Until the night is over, hold on, hold on Hold your horses back from the fickle dawn

I am easy Easy to keep Honey, you please me Even in your sleep But my arms want to carry My heart wants to hold Tell me your worries, I want to be told

There is a blacksmith and there is a shepherd and there is a butcher-boy And there is a barber, who's cutting and cutting away at my only joy

And that is all I want here To draw my gaunt spirit to bow Beneath what I am allowed

How I said to you, "Honey, just open your heart" When I've got trouble even opening a honey jar And that right there is where we are

My heart is a furnace full of love that's just, and earnest Now, you know that we must unlearn this

Squint skyward and listen Loving him, we move within his borders Just asterisms in the stars' set order

"Do you love me? Will you remember?" The snow falls above me. The renderer renders: "The event is in the hand of God".

And I been 'fessing double fast Addressing questions nobody asked I'll get this joy off of my chest at last And I will love you 'til the noise has long since passed

With your hands in your pockets, stubbly running To where I'm unfresh, undressed and yawning Well, what is this craziness? This crazy talking? You caught some small death when you were sleepwalking

And there was a booming above you That night, black airplanes flew over the sea And they were lowing and shifting like beached whales Shelled snails, as you strained and you squinted to see The retreat of their hairless and blind cavalry

You ranged real hot and real cold but I'm sold I am home on that range And I do hate to fold Right here at the top of my game

Then down and down and down and down and down and deeper Stoke, without sound, the blameless flames, you endless sleeper Through fire below and fire above, and fire within Sleep through the things that couldn't have been if you had not have been

You burned me like a barn I burned safe and warm in your arms

All the way to the thing we've been playing at, darlin' I can see that you're wearing your staying hat, darlin' For the time being all is well Won't you love me a spell?

And when the fire moves away Fire moves away, son Why would you say I was the last one?

And I rose, to take my shape at last, from the dreams that had dogged me, through every past, when, to my soul, the body would say You may do what you like, as long as you stay.

And, in your kindness, you put me straightaway in the cupboard with a bottle of champagne And then, later, on a train

Well I wish we could take every path I could spend a hundred years adoring you Yes, I wish we could take every path because you know I hated to close the door on you

And then a slow lip of fire moves across the prairie with precision While somewhere with your pliers and glue, you make your first incision And in a moment of almost unbearable vision, doubled over with the hunger of lions "Hold me close," cooed the dove, who was stuffed now with sawdust and diamonds

In martial wind, and in clarion rain, we minced into battle, wincing in pain; not meant for walking, backs bound in twine: not angel or devil, but level, in time.

The text will not yield, nor x-ray reveal with any fluorescence where the hand of the master begins and ends.

When cruel death debases, we believe it erases all the rest that precedes.

What’s redacted will repeat, and you cannot learn that you burn when you touch the heat, so we touch the heat, and we cut facsimiles of love and death (just separate holes in sheets where you cannot breathe, and you cannot see).

Here, the light will seep And the scythe will reap And spirit will rend In counting toward the end

All the livelong day If I have my way, I will love you But one can't carry the weight Or change the fate of two I've been waiting for a break How long's it gonna take? Let me love you

But it don't make no difference, now, and no-one's listening, anyhow, and lists of sins and solemn vows don't make you any friends.

I have got some business out at the edge of town Candy weighing both of my pockets down Till I can hardly stay afloat, from the weight of them And knowing how the common folk condemn What it is I do, to you, to keep you warm Being a woman, being a woman

And it pains me to say, I was wrong. Love is not a symptom of time. Time is just a symptom of love

Where i know that you can yield, when it comes down to it; bow like the field when the wind combs through it:

But though I tried so hard my little darling I couldn't keep the night from coming in

All along the road, the lights stream by. I want to go where the dew won’t dry. I want to go where the light won’t bend– far as the eye may reach–nor end.

I can't claim that I knew you best, but did you know me at all?

But it's mine. Or, at least, it's lent. And my life, until the time is spent is a pin-light, bent.

Though the long road begins and ends with you I cannot seem to make amends with you

In the folds and the branches, somewhere, out there, I was only just born into open air. Now hush, little babe. You don’t want to be down in the trenches, remembering with me, where you will not mark my leaving, and you will not hear my parting song. Nor is there cause for grieving. Nor is there cause for carrying on.

But inasmuch as that light is loaned, and, insofar as we’ve borrowed bones, must every debt now be repaid in star-spotted, sickle-winged night raids, while we sing to the garden, and we sing to the stars, and we sing in the meantime, wherever you are?

Rowing along, among the reeds, among the rushes I heard your song, before my heart had time to hush it

Easy, easy You must not fear You must meet me to see me I am barely here But like a Bloody Mary Seen in the mirror Speak my name And I appear

And the little white dove made with love, made with love made with glue and a glove and some pliers Swings a low sickle arc from its perch in the dark, settle down, settle down my desire

In our lives is a common sense that relies on the common fence that divides, and attends, but provides scant defense from the Great Light that shine through a pin-hole, when the pin-light calls itself Selfhood, and the Selfhood inverts on a mirror in an Amora Obscura.

When I've been trying with my whole heart and soul To stay right here in the right lane But it can make you feel over and old Lord, you know it's a shame When I only want for you to pull over and hold me Till I can't remember my own name

Then in my hot hand, she slumped her sick weight We tramped through the poison oak, heartbroke and inchoate The dogs were snapping, and you cuffed their collars While I climbed the tree-house, then how I hollered

At night, I walk in the park with a whip between the lines of the whispering Jesuits Who are poisoning you against me

And what do you remember most? The line of the sea, seceding the coast? Fine capillaries, glowing with cars? The comfort you drew from the light of the stars?

Failing this, failing this, follow me, my sweetest friend To see what you anointed in pointing your gun there Lay it down, nice and slow, there is nowhere to go

it was dark out, I was half-dead I saw a star fall into the sky like a chunk of thrown coal as if God himself spat like a cornered rat

but honey it’s been a long time since I’ve come to any use. And it hurt me bad, when I heard the news that you’d got that call, and could not refuse.

But always up the mountainside you're clambering Groping blindly, hungry for anything Picking through your pocket linings, well, what is this? Scrap of sassafras, eh Sisyphus?

Come across the desert with no shoes on I love you truly or I love no-one

And when I cut your hair and leave the birds all of the trimmings I am the happiest woman among all women

You asked my hand, hired a band "In your heart is all that you need Ask and you will receive," it is said I threw my bouquet and I knocked 'em dead

Haven't you seen what I've seen? Don't you know what you ought to do? I was born to love And I intend to love you

The borders of the land that man has girded All double-bolted and tightfisted Until we reach the open country A-steeped in milk and honey Will you keep your fancy clothes on, for me? Can you bear a little longer to wear that leash? My love, I swear by the air I breathe Sooner or later, you'll bare your teeth

From the top of the flight of the wide white stairs Through the rest of my life, do you wait for me there? There's a bell in my ears, there's a wide white roar Drop a bell down the stairs, hear it fall forever more Hear it fall forever more

And no amount of talking is going to soften the fall But, like after the rain, step out if the overhang, that's all It had a nice a ring to it when the ole opry house rang So with a solemn auld lang Signed, sealed, delivered, I sang And there is hesitation and it always remains Concerning you, me And the rest of the gang And in our quiet hour I feel I see everything And am in love with the hook upon which everyone hangs And I know you meant to show the extent To which you gave a god dang

Beyond recall, you severed all strings to everyone, and everything.

And in an infinite regress: Tell me, why is the pain of birth lighter borne than the pain of death? I ain't saying that I loved you first, but I loved you best.

And though our bones they may break and our souls separate, why the long face? And though our bodies recoil from the grip of the soil, why the long face?"

I think you saw their flares and kept me safely unawares In your arms

But there is nothing I adore apart from that whore's black heart

But I took my fishing pole, fearing your fever Down to the swimming hole, where there grows a bitter herb That blooms but one day a year, by the riverside, I'd bring it here Apply it gently to the love you've lent me

See how the infinite divides: and the divers are not to blame for the rift, spanning distant shores. You don't know my name, but I know yours.

We are tested and pained By what's beyond our bed We are blessed and sustained By what is not said

The wandering eye that I have caught Is as hot as a wandering sun But I will want for nothing more in my garden, start again In my hardening to every heart but one

So, across the years and miles and through On a good day you can feel my love for you Will you leave me be so that we can stay true To the path that you have chosen?

But for now, just dance, darling C'mon, will you dance, my darling? Darling, there's a place for us Can we go, before I turn to dust?

I see the blossoms broke and wet after the rain Little sister, he will be back again I have washed a thousand spiders down the drain Spiders' ghosts hang, soaked and Dangling silently, from all the blooming cherry trees In tiny nooses, safe from everyone Nothing but a nuisance, gone now, dead and done Be a woman, be a woman

I had a dream that i walked in the garden of Chabot, and those telescope ruins. It was there that I called to my true love, who was pale as millennial moons, Honey, where did you come by that wound?

Rushing, tearing, speeding home: bound to a wheel that is not my own, where round every bend I long to see temporal infidelity.

My mind is failing and my body grows weak My lips won't form the words I speak I'm floating away on a barrel of pain New York City won't see me again

Save up, up where the light, undiluted, is weaving In a drunk dream at the sight of my baby, out back Back on the patio, watching the bats bring night in While, elsewhere, estuaries of wax-white Wend, endlessly, towards seashores unmapped

Bleached the night with dawn deleting In that high sun after our good run When the spirit bends Beneath knowing it must end

Recall the word you gave: to count your way across the depths of this arid world, where you would yoke the waves, and lay a bed of shining pearls!

When the sky goes pink in Paris, France, do you think of the girl who used to dance when you'd frame her moving within your hands, saying This I won't forget?

Hey little leaf, lying on the ground Now you're turning slightly brown Why don't you get up on the tree Turn the color green the way you ought to be

Now the towns and forests, highways and plains, fall back in circles like an emptying drain. And I won't come round this way again, where the lonely wind abides, and you will not take my heart, alive. You will not take my heart.

I saw a rabbit as slick as a knife and as pale as a candlestick And I had thought it'd be harder to do but I caught her, and skinned her quick

I said a sort of prayer for some rare grace Then thought I ought to take her to a higher place Said, "Dog nor vulture nor cat shall toy with you And though you die, bird, you will have a fine view"

till we hear the telltale Boom, too soon– hotdogging loon, caught there like a shard of mirror in the moon!

There's an old trick played, when the light and the wine conspire to make me think I'm fine. I'm not, but I have got half a mind to maybe get there, yet.

It was dark, I was drunk and half-dead and we slept, knocking heads

And the moment I slept, I was swept up in a terrible tremor Though no longer bereft, how I shook and I couldn't remember And then the furthermost shake, drove a murdering stake in and cleft me right down through my center And I shouldn't say so but I know that it was then or never

Down in the valley where the fields are green Watch my luck turn, fro, and to Pluck every last daisy clean till only I may love you

I saw a life and I called it mine I saw it drawn so sweet and fine And I had begun to fill in all the lines Right down to what we'd name her

I wasn't born of a whistle or milked from a thistle at twilight No, I was all horns and thorns, sprung out fully formed, knock-kneed and upright So enough of this terror we deserve to know light and grow evermore lighter and lighter You would have seen me through but I could not undo that desire

A goose, alone, I suppose, can know the loneliness of geese, who never find their peace,whether north, or south, or west, or east

I'll hunt the pearl of death to the bottom of my life, and ever hold my breath, till I may be the diver's wife.

I call and call for the doctor but the snow swallows me whole with ol' Florry Walker and the event lives only in print.

This is blindness beyond all conceiving Well, behind us the road is leaving, yeah, leaving And falling back Like a rope gone slack

Bottle of white, bottle of red Helpless as a child, when you held me in your arms And I knew that no other could ever love me as you loved Love me as you loved but help me, I'm leaving

Dig a little hole not three inches round Spit your pit in a hole in the ground Weep upon the spot for the starving of me Till up grows a fine young cherry tree When the bough breaks, what'll you make for me?

But I saw the Bering Strait and the Golden Gate, in silent suspension of their golden age

And everything sloped like it was dragged from a rope in the mouth of the south below

Do you remember staring up at the stars So far away in their bulletproof cars?

I found a little plot of land in the garden of Eden It was dirt and dirt is all the same I tilled it with my two hands and I called it my very own There was no one to dispute my claim

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dont-call-me-halbae · 3 years

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OK. I took all courage I have to write theory – or more like my story based on MV we have from ONF.

It will be looong journey.

Let’s start!

ON/OFF

All right. We know we have some post-apocalyptic world, reference to space journeys, spaceship interior and seven androids with barcodes on their necks. They live in desolate world but happily, playing and everything.

Hyojin has red hair – it’s Red Hyojin (ok, here starts my devil-red-hyojin theory :D)

It is hard to say if they are on Earth because of the environment and trees but on other hand it could be big spaceship with all facilities like cinema for people (e. g. Star Trek Yorktown) but all the people are gone, maybe they didn’t survive the environment, recycling devices could be broken, oxygen could be gone etc. And what could also happen is that the battery of tracking system could be gone and the airship with androids is long lost somewhere in the space. They want to get on Earth but can’t. And who knows what state Earth is, we have reference here on the meteorite.

But Laun somehow gets the lithium battery, activates the device and 1) they are found by survivors of Earth of their present time (post-apocalypse). 2) got enough energy to come back in time by themselves 3) combination – somehow contacted some people of the past to help them with energy supply and they got into past time (before apocalypse).

Maybe Laun inserted not only the battery but also his android energy, so he is down lying after that?).

Complete

This is quite nice. Androids are enjoying their life on Earth but the apocalypse is coming closer. The meteorites start to fall down. They are forced to leave Earth back to their starship.

We must love

Once you taste something, you can’t get over it. Laun is caught up in memories and feelings from Earth (watching whale in the screen, wanting to live somewhere where everything is real, not in the space). So he transports himself back in time before the whole apocalypse happens.

On one hand I want to believe that he lost his memories (Lyrics: “Did we lose our memories? In our past or in our future or maybe a different world?”) as he painfully holds his head but somehow some pieces came back to him (causing crying?).

Our six boys of course went to look for him. That means that they have to search the universe and timeline, in their physical form or as an anagram (Wyatt). MK is always good with computers, Yuto is carefully watching the time for their return so they will not cause any time-damages. But something still happened. 1) time damage (J-us with the hands up – idk what guard or who forced him but still, the screen does not lie) 2) I think that they located the wrong Laun in the Universe 01. The non-android Laun (he doesn’t have the barcode on the neck when he was reading the book on the station) and E-tion understands it. So they got into wrong universe.

I chose for the screenshots another moments: Wyatt riding bike (he always goes on bike or car, I think that they have limited time-watches so he must use time-driving-mashine). Then we have the motive of train for the first time? Train will be repeatedly used.

And the final scene, Hyojin and Laun’s argument. It doesn’t fit that they found him and then let him go. I think it maybe happened even before the meteorite shower, somewhere between Complete and We must love. I’m just making this up, don’t take me seriously :D But they knew what’s gonna happen with the meteorites so he wanted to turn back time and save the world or maybe live comfortable life but Hyojin didn’t want to damage the timeline.

What is sure: Real Laun is lost; human Laun is reading his books. Bye.

Why

Now it’s gonna be a bit messy (I feel like I captured every scene of the MV and it’s still not enough).

Our androids are now in universe 01. And skunk Hyojin made his appearance.

Apocalypse is coming. Our boys, at first together, now divided. It is mostly psychological reason. Red Hyojin as the leader of androids failed, because of departure of Laun and everything in We must love. He wants to do everything now to save the world and get things back to its order, but it is too late. We see how Wyatt runs with others and then he is alone, he is disappointed in humanity and everyone. The same as E-tion, as we see his last moments with Yuto and then Yuto goes his own way and E-tion is all alone.

With their messing up with time, the technology of the world has greatly advanced (and who knows how many years has passed). I feel like they found a way how to save (or destroy) the world and it is connected to the big cube (Pandora’s box). It is super-duper technology.

Yuto is focused on finding the activating key of the box and using illegal means. MK is looking for it virtually. Wyatt does not believe the world and society could be saved so even when he obtained the key somehow, he throws it away. He feels like the life and androids have no future. E-Tion applied for a detective position and his mission is to get Yuto but he accidentally founds the cube (because Yuto is searching for it too). They are like cat and mouse. Red Hyojin is looking for a way how to get his team back, but someone is in his shadow…

And we have here my skunk Hyojin (don’t get me wrong, I LOVE his red colour but… you will get it later). This Hyojin is not from the same universe. He came from different time and space (BB universe)

Ok, I don’t know how Wyatt got imprisoned in the glass foggy thing, maybe Yuto did it to obtain the info about the key he lost or it was skunk Hyojin? J-Us? Or it is not prison but some androids recovering device – IDK. Skunk Hyojin make his appearance and J-Us got there too. He tell J-Us about where he came from and what is needed to be done to put everything normal again. He does not believe it, confronting skunk Hyojin, aiming on him his gun. But Hyojin has it’s back-up – mask people (remember, mask people!) and he escapes.

Now, MK somehow manage to control the cube. I don’t know what his motive is, but it seems like he wanted to destruct to world the whole time. Like, in We must love – it is starting with MK and meteorites. The first meteorite in Complete showed up with MK in the frame. Or it is just a coincidence and they got to control the cube which resonates with all androids of ONF but it is too late and the meteorites couldn’t be stopped and the world is destroyed.

Yuto is leaving somewhere, Wyatt is all healthy and shining in the nature, E-Tion is broken and leaves the planet.

In the end we see flashback of skunk Hyojin and his happy memory with J-Us. I think it is his flashback from BB universe where he came from. But skunk Hyojin couldn’t save this world and uses the power of the cube to come back to his right universe while he encounters his future him telling him so.

Specially captured: MK using the VR technology as used by Wyatt in BB, time-space door (as in New World, or Sukhumvit swimming time-road or BB time road), cube and skunk Hyojin – I think this is the cube from skunk Hyojin universe (BB) and he used it to get into Universe 01

Sukhumvit swimming

You can say it is not in the ONFverse but I think it matches everything quite well.

After many many years after the apocalypse, we see how individually ONF lives. Wyatt is making money by driving space-time tuk-tuk (remade from his super-duper time-bike). Yuto is living as a party drug man. E-tion left the planet and lives on the moon with his blue flower (ok, it is rose not orchid as in WHY MV) all alone. MK is still hacker, no change. J-Us took the advices from skunk-Hyojin seriously. As he guards the ruins of the city that was destroyed, he also guards the time and search for Red Hyojin in colab with masked men of skunk Hyojin (different mask, same group of followers).

Because Red Hyojin wants to manipulate time again and save everything. Skunk Hyojin told J-Us that only with his death everything can turn normal.

We see especially red cube as in WHY MV and also time clock, that will be shown in BB too. I think that how the camera captures the clock, from side to up – is seems like we go further in time. That’s why I think Sukhumvit timeline is far in the future. There are also barcoded corpses of other androids that did not survive the apocalypse, we see flashback of post-apocalyptic world, destroyed town but not the ruins yet… In BB, the clock will be captured from top to side, as we go back in time.

Ok. So what is happening? Masked people detected Hyojin (in train! And Yuto is also partying in the train with same masked people, maybe – they drugged him to discover Hyojin position, or – Yuto is already dead and the train has different purpose). The guard of ruins, time and skunk Hyojin follower goes to him to kill him. There is moment where it seems like Hyojin was first to kill J-Us. At that moment, around Wyatt falls meteorite; E-tion cries when looking at black Earth from far, in his eyes is yellow flash looking as another meteor falling. He is sad that it’s the end of everything.

But J-Us was faster and kills Hyojin. Yeah. It is hard, because Red Hyojin and J-Us were friends, they went through many hardships, but still. Only death of red hair can save the time.

After Hyojin’s death, J-Us cries. Around J-Us are bodies of ONF members, maybe it means sacrifices that were made and that it is all over. But then, the time starts to reverse, ruins are disappearing and J-Us looks up surprised to see that really it is happening.

Similarly, E-tion is surprised when colourful fireworks show up – it’s hope, it is the result of BB happening.

Twice in the MV we can see barcodes falling, that could mean the end of androids, life of sacrificed androids or ONF’s life through all dimension? IDK.

Beautiful beautiful

So. The first danger was rid of. Universe 01 J-Us killed Red Hyojin. Now, in the BB universe, the team of androids can save the time, the world and everything.

According to what the big screen tells us: “…machines and become the humanoid. Time warp is possible but the timeline has messed by past time travels and classified as…”

What that mean? Seems like the humanoids are not common in the BB universe. So maybe 1) after Hyojin’s death the time reversed to this point 2) in the specific moment the dimensions split into two. I would say that it could happen right after ON/OFF or Complete; in one timeline – the team searches and Red Hyojin leads the team to failure; in the second timeline the team didn’t search for Laun but found different way how to live or maybe their dimension was already affected by the first dimension 01 disturbances.

But let’s continue.

We have train, light and bright, the celebration that it was this place where everything was saved; we have the team living comfortably. But they still have warrant on them and they help each other to escape the prison and fixing the time as it should be. Wyatt and his VR time-space riding car that helped skunk Hyojin, MK hacking so the police won’t be able to track them and the screen won’t show them, J-Us escaping with the help of Hyojin from prison and jumping on their ship. E-tion using his time-watches to fix small occurances. Hyojin and E-tion drink while the cube is activated. We see the names of previous three songs.

And in the end, they together control the cube and protect in time the Earth from meteorites that would turn into rainbow puff (the same as E-tion saw in Sukhumvit).

The world is saved!!!! THEY DONE IT!!!

(the world should be more grateful to them, hehe)

Ok, I’m sorry that in order to my theory work I have to make red Hyojin the villain even though he was not the villain but his potential actions and existence was dangerous…

Or we can forget Sukhumvit and just say Hyojin dyed his hair and in the end they somehow worked the things together in the team, because in the moment of apocalypse they all turned time back from Why to BB. It is more compatible with New World, where everyone find his key and uses Pandora box to travel into different dimension. But why the hell would Wyatt throw his key then in Why? :DD Why?

I absolutely don’t think this could be right theory, even from 10%, and I never wrote theories on anything, but still I was quite into it when I wrote it!

And I can’t believe how this amount of nonsense came from me.

But whatever!

#onf

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KAW Day 1: Prisoner of the Empire

Zeb had seen the interior to his fair share of brigs and prison cells; it was an occupational hazard after all. The one he'd found himself in this time was fairly unremarkable: the usual gunmetal black walls, the uncomfortably textured grating on the floor, the camera in the corner with its blinking red light reminding him that they were always watching.

It was business as usual in the world of imperial incarceration, at least until they got to the interrogation aspect of this venture and ended his isolation.

He eyed the blinking light dubiously, tempted to destroy the thing just for some privacy. A human probably couldn't reach it, but Zeb was no human. He lifted himself from the floor, stretching his back and arms as he calculated a way to use the walls to reach the infernal device.

The lasat crouched, on the verge of pouncing, when the little red light blinked off and never came back on.

For a couple of minutes, he didn't move, staring and waiting for it to come back on. It wasn't until he heard clear sounds of some sort of scuffle outside that he snapped to attention, rising from his crouched position in time to see the cell door slide from sight.

Beyond it stood a man dressed in death trooper armor, a shock rod in one hand still crackling with energy, two regular storm troopers lie crumpled at his feet.

"We need to move."

Zeb shouldn't have been surprised to hear Kallus' voice, mildly distorted from the helmet, and yet the fact the man was standing heroically atop the fallen guards to spring the lasat from the Empire staggered Zeb. Somewhere in the distance, something exploded, which meant Sabine was likely there as well. This thought spurred him forward, and soon he and the death trooper with Kallus' voice were sprinting through hallways, a couple of which adorned with unconscious storm troopers.

"Spectre four retrieved, enroute to rendezvous point one."

It was here that Sabine turned up, and unlike Kallus, she was not undercover, her armor a bright splash of color in a dark black and white imperial space. As she skidded around the corner to join them, she tossed Zeb his bo-rifle, then unholstered her weapon.

"Loth-cat's out of the bag, gentlemen," she said, adjusting her grip on a bag she had slung diagonally over her. "Let's rendezvous with Hera and get the hell off this boat."

"Hera's here?" Zeb had found his voice, at last, nearly missing a turn in his surprise. "But she's-."

"Very pregnant, yes," Sabine answered, as the three of them slid to a halt by a lift, Kallus jabbing the call button. "Should have thought of that before you decided to go off on your own and attempt a solo break-in of an imperial facility."

In recent months Sabine was starting to sound more and more like Hera. He could imagine the looks she was giving him behind that helmet of hers as they squeezed into the lift.

"I don't suppose you want to tell us why exactly you did this?" Kallus asked, taking the brief respite of the moving lift to remove the black death trooper helmet. His cheeks were flushed, likely from the running, and his hair was a mess from the helmet.

Zeb thought he'd never looked more handsome. He didn't say this; instead, he mumbled out "not particularly" as the lift doors opened.

There wouldn't be more time to discuss it until they managed their escape. It wasn't a particularly spectacular one, considering the many times the Ghost crew had evaded the clutches of the Empire, but it was still a feat.

Sabine rounded on him the moment the cargo bay ramp began to swing closed, the motion of the ghost taking flight, causing them to sway. She dropped the bag off of her shoulder, and it fell to Zeb's feet. Kallus' back was to them, bent over the hatch controls. "The weapon makes sense, but what's with the rock?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

Zeb opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, spared answering when Kallus joined them, the sound of the Ghost entering hyperspace thrumming through the ship. Kallus eyed the lasat, examining Zeb as if to ensure he was whole. "Are you okay?"

"He's fine," Sabine said, unfolding and popping off her vibrant Mandalorian style helm. "I checked the system, and we got there before they got around to interrogation."

"Thank stars," Kallus breathed. He took a step closer, and then there was that hesitation. He curled his fingers and corrected his stance. Zeb had watched his dearest friend shy away from him in this manner many times before. "Mind telling us what was so important in that facility?"

Zeb could hardly hear the query over the roar of his own racing heart in his ears as their eyes met. At his feet, in the bag were the two things Zeb had told himself he needed to show Kallus how he felt. The man had just busted him out like a hero, and yet the lasat was frozen, afraid to confess. He swallowed down a lump in his throat and wet his lips unnecessarily.

Then, in a fit of poorly executed inspiration, Zeb kicked the bag vaguely in Kallus' direction. "Why don't you see for yourself?"

Kallus ran his hand through his hair, a nervous tick of his, and moved his gaze from Zeb to Sabine, who shrugged, made an excuse about checking on Hera, and evacuated up the ladder and out of sight into the main ship. Kallus bent low, tugging open the closure of the bag. Zeb knew the moment of recognition, as the human's eyebrows arched high as his fingers wrapped around a familiar weapon grip.

"Garazeb." Kallus' voice was breathy, as the bag fell from around his modified bo-rifle, a weapon he hadn't held since before he'd escaped the Empire at the battle for Atollon. "I was sure Thrawn had taken it whale watching."

Zeb laughed, rubbing the back of his neck, daring to allow himself a step closer. "I thought so too," Zeb said. "It was actually a bonus surprise when I got here."

"Oh good, so you didn't risk your neck just to retrieve this," Kallus sighed, still looking down at the weapon, changing its configuration then snapping it back into place.

Capitalizing on this distraction, Zeb crouched down, fishing into the crumpled bag until his fingers wrapped around the warm planes of the meteorite. It didn't glow quite as bright as it had on Bahryn, and with a fraction of the warmth, but it was whole, and back where it belonged.

Zeb was snapped back into the moment by the clatter of Kallus' newly returned bo-rifle clattering to the deck. His golden eyes were wide and fixed solely on the rock resting in Zeb's hands. He held it out, resting in his upward-facing palms, and without hesitation, Kallus stepped forward and covered it with his hands.

"You kept it."

It was the fact that had kept Zeb hoping, ever since he'd found out. Kallus had kept the meteor.

"It reminded me of you," Kallus said, eyes rising from their hands joined around the meteor to meet Zeb's.

"It reminds me of us," Zeb returns, bending slightly, bowing his head, closing his eyes, an invitation. An invitation the lasat knows full well the human may not understand or accept.

Less than a moment and there was the firm press of Kallus' forehead against his, the ghost of breath mingling just out of reach. "Us."

They stood like this for what felt like a long while, forehead to forehead, warmth of the meteorite held between them. Zeb knew there were words they needed to be saying, feelings that needed expression beyond this gesture. That would come soon, they'd carve out some time for privacy to talk, but for now, they had this.

#KAW 2020 #this got away from me #but in like a good way #it almost went on longer than it did #it'll go up on a03 in a minute #KAW2020 #kalluzeb #kalluzeb appreciation week #ficlet #Star Wars rebels #sabine wren #sarcasm queen

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