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drunkenskunk · 1 month

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Did you name your mech after an old Texas soda that you can only find in Texas and like two other states near it????

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_Red_(soft_drink)

As it happens: no! There are two reasons for the name.

Reason 1: Watsonian

The "official" name (or at least as much as anyone remembers) is R4GE MACHINE, because the serial number starts with R4, and it is a GMS Everest. However, "Big Red" is what everyone calls the mech, because it is big and chunky for a size 1, and it is covered in a billion different shades of red paint. The reason it's so big and chunky is because it used to be a Sagarmatha when it was built midway through the Hercynian Crisis, and, due to necessity, had to be downgraded to a smaller chassis after the Union Civil War.

(I need to update these sprites. I never got around to coloring them properly, except for the one red pixel for the optics, and I still need to add the Hunchback boombox on the right shoulder that houses the Leviathan heavy assault cannon.)

There is also a COMP/CON unit within the mech that calls itself RED. It's been online for the entire length of the mechs existence, and has embedded itself so thoroughly in the system hardware that it is impossible to get rid of it, no matter how many parts are replaced. The "personality" of this COMP/CON can be summarized "What if BT-7274, but he just kept losing pilots after Lastimosa?"

<<PROTOCOL 3: PROTECT THE PILOT>>

It is currently unknown - both in universe and otherwise - if there is any genuine paracausal tech hidden somewhere in the guts of Big Red, and that's why the COMP/CON is Like That... or maybe this is just what happens to what should be a non-sapient computer program when you keep it online for close to 500 years.

Reason 2: Doylist

Red is an old character of mine that I adapted into a mech for this Lancer game. Sort of. The mech has become something significantly different than the original character, because the reason for the COMP/CON's aggression is a version of robot PTSD: he has lost so many pilots over the years, and is determined not to lose another.

The original Red, however, is... well, take a look.

Red - at least, the original iteration of the character - was something I made when I was a very angry teenager. And I think it shows.

Red is like if the chaos god Khorne and the eldar's Kaela Mensha Kaine from Warhammer hatefucked and had an equally hateful baby. Red is a creature of unfiltered aggression. It is destructive rage manifest. It hates everything and everyone, and will not be satisfied until everything it hates is gone. Which is everything. The is no reason or justification or meaning for this hatred, and nothing to explain why it butchers and kills and destroys and murders its way across the stars; it simply IS.

And it cannot be contained.

That wedge-shaped hunk of metal on its head is not armor: it is all that remains of the last prison built in a desperate effort to stop its rampage. Red could get rid of the hunk of metal obscuring its vision at any time, but deliberately chooses to keep it in place as a cruel mockery of any and all who stand against it.

Two different starting points, two radically different stories, two different "individuals," but still technically the same character. At least, as far as I'm concerned.

I do this kind of thing all the time. Or... y'know, I did, back when my hands worked regularly. I make a character, turn them into a base template "starting point," and then slowly rework them into a new iteration, to fit whatever purpose I need to suit whatever setting I put them in.

So no, Big Red is not named after a soda lol

#drunk skunk answers #Lancer #Lancer RPG #In Golden Flame #vex wasn't lying that one sure is plumed in golden flame #GMS Everest #watsonian vs doylist

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theveryworstthing · 1 year

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it's MY birthday month and i'll draw all the big titty incubus goth boys i want.

i sketched stuff with Milonne for this meme template a thousand years ago and forgot about it. when i found it again i decided to clean and color the sketches but then i caught the fashion bug and decided to draw a few more outfits for The Boy.

Milonne is fun to draw because his base design has some wiggle room and it's fun to mess with the angelic elements that uncontrollably manifest when he's trying to go more humanoid. he doesn't do this if he doesn't have to because he finds the angelic allergic reaction annoying but that won't stop me from drawing it a bunch.

Fun Facts:

i originally thought that the meme could be a good chance to practice his facial expressions but Milonne doesn't really have big facial expressions unless something absolutely wild is happening so y'know. i did my best.

3rd pic on the meme is probably the most covered his chest has ever been. Free my mans.

the last stand alone pic is rare because he's wearing pants AND shoes. no he's not putting on a 'proper top' he's wearing pants AND shoes. at the same time! don't ever ask him for anything ever again.

#milonne #incubus #angel #monster boy #bare chest #body horror #long post #hello new followers i'm here to weed out the weak :)

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copperbadge · 2 years

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A few years ago, I mistakenly let it be known at work that I was particularly (for an office setting) skilled in Word, including typesetting, creating fillable forms, and converting to PDF. Since then I have not known peace.

Our HR officer is terrified of Word, so she’s asked me to do any heavy document lifting -- she’ll need a form for something, download a template for it, then ask me to make it look good and add our logo, that kind of thing. Happy to do it most of the time, keeps me sharp and teaches me new skills. But she also has me do the formatting on the Employee Handbook, which is 100 pages long and began life as a Rich Text File (for the Youth: imagine if Word had the same general capabilities and limitations as a Tumblr post window).

Because she doesn’t understand the relationship between Word and PDF very well, when she had the handbook reviewed by our lawyers this year, she sent them a PDF of it. Inexplicably, rather than asking her for the Word document and doing a track-changes edit, they took the PDF, made the necessary changes by editing the PDF, converted it into a Word document, and sent it back to her. She, seeing no problems, sent it on to me.

What the conversion from PDF back to Word did was embed anything dynamic (date, page number and section title in the footer, dynamic table of contents, etc), kill all the Style formatting that allowed me to create a dynamic table of contents in the first place, turn half the headers and half the document-body headings into embedded graphics at the top of the page, and turn a lot of the Justified text into left-aligned text with extra spaces to mimic Justified text. It also replaced every natural page break with a section break.

Because they edited it in PDF format, the changes aren’t tracked, so I can’t tell what was changed, and thus can’t simply go back into the clean Word document I used last year and make the changes. In theory I could use the Compare function on the documents and make edits in the clean Word document, but every time I try, Word crashes, probably because it’s horrified by the Lovecraftian nature of the new handbook draft.

So I am building, from the ground up, a new handbook based on text I have completely stripped of formatting and pasted into a new document. I am on page 39 of 98. Pages 85-98 are fillable forms. Pity me.

#graphic design #it's my passion #word processing #bet 'word processing' gets me some real weird bots

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generic-anime-boy-bracket · 26 days

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Round 1, Group A: Matchup 2

Kirito vs Kim Dokja (these two were in last year's tournament too!)

Reasons for being generic + Propaganda below

Kirito

Reasons:

The definitive Isikai bot

He is literally the template of modern generic anime boys, every same-y looking isekai boy who came after him being based on him. He is the boringly-designed god to which they all pray.

THE most codified generic anime boy. The guy you think of when you think "Generic Isekai Protagonist". That's HIM. He may not be your fav but he's still the first to come to mind

Propaganda:

Gamer.

I’m honestly fond of him. He learns to have friends and it’s nice.

Kim Dokja

Reasons:

Everything about him screams generic. Generic hair generic face generic eyes (dare I say: generic name). Multiple times in the story he tried to pass himself off as one of his (much handsome-r) companions and everyone is like. Hmmmm I'm not too sure about that. I've heard he's a lot more handsome and you're kind of mid. There's practically a running gag wherein his closest companions say something like "wow kdj has anyone ever told you that you're ugly"

Chapter one he tells us that he’s an ordinary salary worker with no friends whose most interesting hobby is reading webnovels on the subway. This hobby proves to be useful thanks to the entire plot of the story but there is a running gag that people think he looks mid or can’t remember what he looks like at all

Propaganda:

"Hi my name is Kim Dokja :) no there isn't anything weird or off-putting about me :) I am a perfectly normal man :)" <- real quote from Kim Dokja seconds before doing something weird and off-putting Jokes aside he is. Very very generic. It's an actual element in the plot that he's generic. He also keeps trying to convince everyone else he's just some normal dude but he's NOT and they DO NOT BELIEVE HIM He also keeps trying to pass himself off as his much more handsome companion and it only works because they've never seen him before (there's at least three paragraphs every time this happens of "hm no I heard YJH is really handsome. This guy is kind of ugly ngl")

#generic anime boy bracket #tumblr tournament #orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #kim dokja #kdj #kirito #sao #sword art online

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yuriko-mukami · 4 months

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My Ship: Rukiko

I saw @lovebatty doing this last year. It seemed nice, so I wanted to do it, too. This is based on the RP ship with @ruki-mukami-dl, not Yuriko's canon story. Because both ships have the same characters, there are heavy similarities in the dynamics, and differences are mostly in the storyline. Gosh, since I wanted to surprise Ruki's admin with this, I'm not sure if Ruki actually agrees with all these... 🙈

Template from X. CG edit made by @cutelih and Ruki's sprite edited by @ruki-mukami-dl.

#ruki mukami #yuriko mukami #rukiko #diabolik oc #ruki mukami dl

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synthshenanigans · 4 months

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woah hey a year has been passed wowie :0

First two weren't posted here cos they were too long ago & not CJish related but love the way he took up 70% of the year lol

[ Full images + templates below :} ]

[TW for Bright Colors, maybe blood & very very vague themes of depression/suicide for like 2 drawings I believe]

Long text about the arts if anyones actually curious!!

January: An old OC I completely forgot about until making this. He's based on old radio like things :}

February: Played Person 5 Royal last year & drew Joker cos idk he's neat. Fun fact, the same day I fully finished the game was the day Storm & a Spring came out. Also while grinding in the game, I had his Bidding & VoaC covers on repeat. Which was a bit annoying to do since they weren't on Spotify yet & YT on mobile didn't have looping then.

March: The Hawaii Part ii album cover :} I did post that eventually but that's the time I actually made it. Had listened to TME a couple of months before then which got me into the album, so months later I drew it cos why not? [Also the month Vol.1 fully released on everything. What's funny is my gallery for that day was a handful of memes I saved at 4am before I fell asleep. And then the next image saved is when I woke up which was a screenshot of the whiteboard in TfaR lol]

April: First main Jash art !!! And its not even with any of the songs from Vol. 1 lol. I had his Moss cover on repeat again & now that all of Vol. 1 was out, I drew Heart in some moss. Or really in the image from the video.

May: Lil animation I made of Heart with the song Don't Hit the Lights! Link to my post & the song can be found here :}. Still really like the song & even the drawings. Might remake em eventually idk

June: Sky/socialc1imb's Clue AU! I like murder mysteries & this one was real interesting so I drew it a lot lol. Might remake that one or one of the others I made at somepoint? It'll be a bit later if I do but ye

July: A redraw of a HMS piece I originally made back in May, based on the Three Wise Monkeys thing. I like the idea of it so I keep wanting to remake it.

August: I honestly can't remember if I posted that art or not. Actually yea I don't think I ever did PFFT. It's one of the few drawings I did of myself this year & its from CJs Not Perfect cover [as you can tell by the lyrics on it]. Also one of the very very few vent-ish arts I made. I like the background more than anything but its still neat ig?

September: Art for one of the best songs ever. I love Fine, I'm Fine its so good & I listened to it for like 70% of the 20+ hours it took me to make the drawing. Still proud of it so there's the sketch I drew on paper, the one on my tablet & then the final versions.

October: There was a lot from this month due to Jashtober. I still like this one lot & it wasn't insanely rushed so I picked this one to show lol.

November: I have no idea why I made a fun lil soul. I was having an identity crisis over my art style & ig decided to draw the guy who is a walking identity crisis/j

December: Same as September. One of my favorite songs ever was covered & released, so I made a drawing like everyone else lol.

#time is wild #also love the way my art style changes each month or two #anyway tho im actually pretty happy with how much better I've gotten #have a lotta plans for more HMS/CJ stuff #just quite busy & overloaded atm lol #more will hopefully come tho #chonny jash #moss post #-atlas art-

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neos-schlond-poofa · 2 months

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MY MCD HEADCANONS FOR THE 9TH ANNIVERSARY

i need to post SOMETHING to celebrate the best minecraft series ever but i dont want to do something too big because next year is TEN YEARS I AM OLD so heres my hcs and most are. just canon in my rewrite WHICH I REALLY NEED TO ORGANIZE ONE DAY. someone should make like a google doc layout template thing for us its a hard world theres so much stuff that needs to be rewritten. anywho.

LORD APHMAU

NOT the reincarnation of Irene. Or literally just Irene.

Instead I based her off of my friend's old theory from 5th grade (as a tribute, also my friend isn't dead it's not like an in memoriam tribute but its a tribute to an amazing idea) that she was a fallen angel. But. She isn't at the same time?

Instead, she's one of Irene's daughters. Kind of. ITS HARD TO EXPLAIN AND I DONT WANNA GO ALL INTO THE LORE HERE BUT THERES "SISTERS" OF HERS TOO AND VYLAD STILL SUMMONED HER.

She doesn't have those markings from rebirth; I like them in fanart, but realistically? Why would some random girl have that? Instead, she has weird scars on her body.

Knows the basics of writing and reading... but REALLY struggles with them still. She literally just spawned on this world. She doesn't know everything.

But her natural tendency to help people is in her blood. Like. Irene's whole purpose of these "daughters" of her were to try to fix her legacy in a way. She still struggles with a lot of things though, and all those changes to the village LIKE WHERE SHE JUST BUILT HUGE THINGS obviously don't happen.

She also didn't have good combat skills until she trained with Garroth. Then Zenix. Then EVERYONE. Her combat skills are a huge melting pot of every single person she's fought against or fought with. Of course, she prefers to just use her sword.

SUPER socially awkward but doesn't even realize it. After all, she doesn't have many things to base her social interactions off of; she just got here. But, she does have manners at least.

Can't cook. AT ALL. This is actually a headcanon based off the WORST FANFIC I EVER READ (I lied it was amazing but I was so shocked by the ending like it's the best fic ever but... it SCARRED me PLEASE read it).

About like. 24 years old.

Bisexual and genderfluid and polyamorous.

Endgame is ultimately Garrancemau, but she DOES have a relationship with Katelyn and Zoey during the series. Those will be expanded upon later.

Never has a romantic relationship with Aaron. Also will be expanded upon later.

Can't tell her lefts from rights (just like me) without using her hands.

Once she found out about her relation to Irene, she just felt TERRIBLE. Like. This super cool Goddess EVERYONE loves was basically her mother and she has to live up to that.

BUT OH IT GETS WORSE WHEN SHE FINDS OUT IRENE IS A TERRIBLE PERSON. Now, she has to struggle with telling the world or not, she has to exist knowing she was just created to be a solution to the problems someone who doesn't even care much about her caused.

Has mild generalized anxiety and ADHD. And. Naturally gets a lot of trauma over the series.

Knows how Joan of Arc felt.

GARROTH RO'MEAVE

Kind of an idiot in a way. Like. SUPER INTELLIGENT. But never thought about changing his first name when hiding in Phoenix Drop... he just always ignored people's questions about his last name.

In his defense, Garroth became a fairly popular first name after his birth. It's like when the royals have children and the names they give them become more popular.

Azura helped him escape to Phoenix Drop; they met when he was allowed to go to knight college or whatever its called I FORGOT GUYS!! And he was not in the same class as Laurance... but there any good knight is literally put on the list of Jury of Nine canidates. Like. It's not that hard to be considered. But to be picked? They do like the biggest background checks EVER and secretly watch you to see your strengths.

Naturally a very father-like figure to those significantly younger than him as a result of caring for his brothers and protecting them from his father. I made a whole post about it before. I'd tag it but I. Don't feel like it.

LEVIN'S FATHER!! DILFROTH IS CANON GUYS. But he doesn't know he's the father until after the timeskip.

He doesn't just wear his helmet to hide his appearance from others; he can't stand his appearance. He's a splitting image of his father, the man he truly hates. He hides all the mirrors in his living quarters, he can't stand it. Aphmau is the one that truly starts helping him love himself.

Although. After the whole incident featuring a betrayal, portal, and missing 15 years, he feels scared that he is turning out evil just like his father. He hates it. It haunts him everyday.

Also. HE WASN'T AWARE OF WHAT HE WAS DOING.

Firstly, I just need to say, I head canon Garroth to have depression. And I spoke about this a bit before, but seeing the two people he loved the most seemingly hide a relationship behind his back, instead of being open and honest with him just hurt. He fell into a depressive episode, like it was terrible. AND ZANE BEING ZANE used that to manipulate Garroth, having Lillian use magicks and potions or whatever to mind control him. He only broke out of it once Lillian died AND LAURANCE USED THE POWER OF LOVE!

He never truly figures out everything that happens until after he escapes from the Irene Dimension.

Speaking of which, he is SUPER injured after he escaped from there. I. Um. Actually don't know the specific injuries I'm giving him but all I know is he becomes a cane user. So like. Obviously something with his back but I need to like really get the logistics down that's just how my mind works with these things.

In love with Aphmau AND Laurance. He's so silly.

Bisexual masculine non-binary he/they autistic king that also suffers from depression, PTSD, and survivor's guilt.

Like most people believe, he has a dad bod. Like obviously he's muscular, but he's also chubby.

Can't cut his own hair since he doesn't look in the mirror. When he first revealed his face to Aphmau, she helped him out with his beard and hair (and almost braided his hair).

Around 26 years old.

A good singer, but only sang for Laurance while he was recovering. It's their small little thing.

LAURANCE ZVHAL

Okay so firstly, I'm not putting any Shadow Knight headcanons. That's too much.

However, as a result of being a Shadow Knight, he has poor temperature regulation. Like. He's very naturally warm, so he overheats a lot, but in the cold, it's the opposite. He's FREEZING and has to layer up a lot.

Has two gay dads. Which... is canon?? WHY DOES NO ONE TALK ABOUT THIS. He has Hayden and Joh. They are his gay dads and they raised him. And Cadenza.

Rarely can have a nice, peaceful sleep due to night terrors. He's haunted by the memories of the Nether, and the only times when those thoughts are subdued are when he's sleeping close to Aphmau or Garroth.

Actually the father of Alina. Because it's not Aaron (ew). And he never knows about this. Because he SACRIFICES himself to save Garroth and Aphmau because he loves them, and he doesn't want either of them to hurt or for himself to hurt them due to the calling.

Just to clarify, he and Aphmau did not intend for this by the way. They just had a silly night where they drank a little bit! And then woke up like a rom-com or something and where like "Oh. My. God." LIKE IT SEEMS TO BE SILLY but then it isn't.

Only knows how to crochet a single type of bear plush. Like. NOTHING ELSE.

He had to wash his orange hair like every single day. If he didn't it literally became so greasy and so crusty. And Zoey ended up having to do that while she watched over him. She was so close to just chopping it all off for him.

Garroth was his closest company while he was blind. He often asked Garroth to describe him what he saw in the village.

Once he got cured, he only partially regained his eyesight. He struggles to see a lot, and gets headaches easily. When he goes into Shadow Knight form though, his eyesight gets a lot better; but once he gets out of that form, he experiences so much pain, and his sight goes downhill for a while.

Can braid hair.

Likes to prank his friends a lot through really elaborate scares. SUPER happy once Malachi and Levin started getting involved.

Pansexual and polyamorous and 25 years old.

Sneezes like. Really cutely. Like he has one of those sneezes.

KATELYN

LITERALLY THE MOST MUSCULAR CHARACTER IN THE ENTIRE SHOW. AND TALL.

Her true love was Jeffory. Nothing will ever change that.

When she dated Aphmau, her own grief over Jeffory held back the relationship from blossoming into something more. This applies to all her other relationships as well.

Her anger issues are just simply treated better here. Like. That's all I have to say about that.

Helped care for Aphmau the most (along with Zoey) after Garroth was freed from the Irene Dimension because of how depressed she was over everything. She became really close with Lilith Garnet during this.

Never gets drunk. It's kind of insane. She is wild at taverns and just. Never gets drunk. Her power at that is balanced out with her terrible seasickness.

Doesn't get the appeal of coffee. She hates it, like it tastes so bad to her. She's a tea girlie.

28 years old. But people never guess her age right, like ever. She's eternally youthful despite not having a single skin routine.

Okay this is actually a headcanon and it's based off of a friend I do have in real life. So like yeah I guess in modern times Katelyn is a One Directioner but I guarantee she would be a Deftones fan or something.

okay i planned to do more characters but i literally forgot all mcd characters and my hcs :( SO MAYBE JUST SUGGEST CHARACTERS AND ILL SAY THEM CAUSE THEYRE JUST NOT COMING TO MIND RN also im tired

ANYWAYS HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SHOW THAT FOREVER CHANGED MY LIFE. without you minecraft diaries, i wouldve never become the insufferable person i am today <3

#minecraft diaries aphmau #minecraft diaries #mcd #mcd aphmau #mcd headcanons #rambling #GUYS PLEASE SUGGEST CHARACTERS I KNOW I CAN DO MORE!!

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starry-nocturne · 3 months

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✦➤ main info

Name: Ryo Kurokawa

Kanji: 黒川竜

Meaning: 黒川 (black river) 竜 (dragon)

Age: 18

Birthday: August 12th

Zodiac: Leo

MBTI: INTJ

Blood Type: O

Race: Human/Vibora

Ethnicity: Japanese

Height: 170 cm

✦➤ about

Occupation: 2nd Year Student at Ryoutei. Composer

Hobbies: Stargazing, swordsmanship, piano, sports

Favourite food: Ichigo daifuku (strawberry mochi)

Voice claims:

Haruka Tomatsu

chelly (EGOIST)

✦➤ background

As the one and only heiress to the Kurokawa family, an old lineage of shrine maidens, Ryo wasn't expected to be anything other than perfect: the perfect heiress whose perfect skills would soon serve to hide how much of an embarrassment her mere existence had brought onto the family.

Born to a single mother and with birth circumstances far from normal, there was always something unusual about her. After some time it was found out to be an illness: she simply had a weak heart. That was the entire reasoning behind her sometimes strange acting, the fainting and being sick. A weakness she could never get rid off and which would surely end her life way sooner than it should.

Her quiet yet somehow fulfilling life in the countryside only lasted for a few years. Things started to go wrong as she grew up: people getting sick, their shrine catching fire. Her grandfather dying. She wasn't ill, she was cursed.

Just as the Kurokawa family's one and only hope to regain their household's old status vanished and they started targeting Ryo as the root of all evil, her mother took the difficult decision to flee from their home, to leave everything behind and move with a father she didn't know a thing about but who could surely help them... or so she expected.

Ryo's father wasn't a kind man. He wasn't even a human and that suddenly brought a bizarre closure to everything she had been feeling for the past years: she wasn't cursed, she simply wasn't human. Not really a human and not really a vampire, but some sort of sick in-between.

After her mother was killed by her father time after that, everything spiralled down. Vampires were monsters and she didn't want to become one of them, no matter what. She seeked revenge against her father and was determined to do anything to get it.

With no family left to look after her, she found unexpected support in a boy slightly older than she was, who introduced himself as her brother. Her step brother on her father's side, even though the line started blurring soon after that, a vampire who also seeked revenge against the same man that had hurt her.

Time after that, a barely teenager Ryo decided to move back to Japan and start living on her own while trying to plot revenge against her father. Things worked out, somehow, as she tried to regain a human life that was forcefully taken away from her while dealing with grief and the aftermath of her non-human nature.

Years later, almost when she had grown used to being a "human" again, a certain incident forced her to move into a certain mansion where six vampires lived, pushing her back to the same situation she had lived as a kid: to keep herself alive, at all means. And to fight all the demons she had been trying to avoid for so long.

Credits: Base template here // Sprites, chibi and art: me

#diabolik lovers oc #leo; bio #hello hi yes this is THE post!#the sprites have taken me so insanely long likes and reblogs are extra appreciated!!#i also managed to make a short? introduction to her character but i promise there's even more to come #i am now officially ready to use my brand new sprites <3

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manonamora-if-reviews · 8 months

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GONCHAROV - THE MAFIA HIGHSCHOOL DATING SIMULATOR by Monday

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Play the game See other reviews of the game See other games by Monday or follow @mondaysandwich

============= Synopsis

A very, very short highschool dating simulator snippet based on the Tumblr meme Goncharov (1973).

============= Other Info

G - TMHDS is a Twine (SugarCube) piece, submitted to the Goncharov Game Jam.

Status: Completed Genre: Dating-Sim, Unreality, Mafia, Goncharov

CW: Drug and alcohol use, References to gang violence and organised crime, Unreality, Mild internalised homophobia

============= Playthrough

First Played: Dec-2022 Last Played: 31-Aug-2023 Playtime: around 15min Rating: 3 /5 Thoughts: Parody on parody, in an alternate universe

============= Review

I think this line summarises the game best: Your name is Goncharov. You are fifteen years old, and today is your first day of mafia school. G-TMHDS is a very short datim-sim game, dabbling with the Goncharov "lore". Dipped in humour and sarcasm, the game gives the player a short introduction of the main players of the "movie" and their relationship to one another... if this was a Highschool AU.

Spoilers ahead (not so many, but this is a template). It is recommended to play the game first. The review is based on my understanding/reading of the story.

Due to its short length, the game feels more of an introduction to a larger dating-sim, rather than a fully rounded story. You wake up, get ready for school, meet up with a friend (Joe), and try to talk to your crush (Katya) and be jealous of her friend (Sofia), before the game ends with a hint of a dark attraction (Andrej). There are a few choices throughout the story, each giving some humourous variation (try ditching school).

From the start, it is clear the game is not to be taken seriously. It will treat your not-so-smart question with disdain, and your doubt with deprecation - an attitude many would have towards teenagers or very naive individuals. The narrator is not afraid to call you out for stupid decisions (or as-stupid thoughts about doing something). "Teresa Maria, Goncharov, don’t be such a square." had me wheezing.

Honestly, I still haven't decided whether this was meant as a parody of the meme or of the highschool dating-sim genre. It makes fun of both mafia tropes and of those dating-sim (as much as it can with the limited passages), juggling between the two without missing a beat. While reading through it, it reminded me of that KFC dating sim game from a few years back - I Love You, Colonel Sanders! - it is of the same tone: frivolous, humourous, and plain stupid (the hahaha this is so dumb kind). It just hits all the right notes.

I think this game might work even better in a VN form...

#GONCHAROV - THE MAFIA HIGHSCHOOL DATING SIMULATOR #Monday #interactive fiction #complete #2022 #twine game #review #goncharov #unreality #dating sim #mafia

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hazelpuff · 4 months

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I just wanted to say that I'm in love (and a bit jealous haha) with your style. It's so pretty and unique! Your hoods are gorgeous and your sims even more! (may i ask you what technique do you use to make them? Pooklet's? Face templates? A lot of sliders?)

I jumped around a lot between maxis-match, semi realistic, etc. trying to find something i liked (and i still feel i didn't quite found something i like 100%) and I'm in awe of how you made something that doesn't look like ts4 nor ts2 but a so cool and pretty in between!!!

(also a disclaimer because I'm a tiny ball of anxiety: this is no shade to anyone who likes other styles, i find them pretty awesome in other people's games, they just look a bit boring on mine. The sims is about having fun and everyone deserves to play it as they like!)

Hi! Thank you for your sweet message!

(disclaimer at the beginning of the post, my keyboard is dying since half a year and i'm putting aside the moment to replace it, but after this post, I think I'm gonna make my mind soon lol. So sorry for any misspeling - you can get double nn, no n, no m, no c, double cc, no c and many other surprises - i tried to fix everything but I could miss something xd).

I've restarted my hood 5 times I think before I got it to my recent version. I'm terrified every time through most of the process, it doesn't come easily to me xD.

Also ofc, everyone can have whatever aesthetics they like - the sims is the perfect series to express that.

With my sims it really depends. I mostly make a sim that I really like and then use it as a base for other sims, but not always. Sometimes I make a sim that I think looks quite unique but it's still missing somethig when it comes to features and makeup face details. During those moments I just open up my body shop sometime later or the next day and try to tweak this sim, sometimes it's more than once. And other times I end up liking the idk 3rd attempt but i still keep going since i want to make more similair sims, and also it's tiring to start the process from the beginning every time xD.

(pics under cut)

sry for the baldness xD - i deleted the wip hair conversion files they had and now i can't never change their hairstyles lol, idk how i did it for those two last sims seriously.

As you can see, all those sims have this maxis chain necklace, which means that I started the process using the same base sim and it just evolved into many differet results lol.

Other times I'm editing some maxis face templates to make them more my style (it's really fun!)

I also made one of my sims face into face template to make the rest of the family. I didn't want their faces to be - mouth: mom; eyes: dad; nose: mom - just a mix of both and adding something extra to make them a little more unique. Kinda pookleted their faces with two face templates.

I just really like this face. It can look either goofy or good xD.

I sometimes get inspired by images of some real life ppl (models, actors). When I'm really out of ideas I'm also dowloading sims made by others and use them as a base - just tweaking their features to be my style, mostly it's about face proportions and replacing the cc they used to the one I have. There is muuuch more examples that I could give but a lot of times it's just a result of tweaking some sims a couple of times xD.

Also due to the fact that i make my sims in body shop, idk how their faces will look whit face expressions. I was always using my sims to create previews for my cc conversions so I'm also testing them that way and if something looks too off - I'm just going back to body shop to fix that.

I think I've developed my style around the clay hair conversions that I've made - I wanted the sims in my previews to go well together with clay hair. I remember that I've picked the hair first, THEN sculpted my sims faces. There just werent that many to choose from at 1st.

I don't really use face templates - I have some, but I don't use them much - i think the proportions on faces of my sims are the closest to the maxis sims 🤔. I like their sharp features so when I'm stuck with making a sim, I'm using the pooklet method with those maxis templates but only a tiiiny bit - like 10-20% and only on those parts of the faces that I want to tweak a little more. After that I'm going back to editing the face myself.

(also a lil bonus of my sim from 2017, the only older picture that i have, i found it recently by accident and i think this is the only time when it's kinda in-context to post it 🤣).

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Round 3… START!

You guys know what time it is. Its time for round 3 of DMC OC Week :D

We were a little late this year, sorry bout that but shit happens yah know? But we're here now and have a new set of date for you all based on community feed back :D

Tumblr really was like what if we did both lol So we had to chose a happy medium between the two.

Now that you all have those let's get into what everyone will be needing :3

What do you need to know?

The event for this year will be taking place from November 13th - November 19th Both on Twitter and here on Tumblr

Feel free to post wherever you like, even on both platforms if you prefer. However if your worried about time, please don't :3 At least not too much :p It's ok if you can't get everything done in time. Just share what you can, when you can during this time period and we'll make sure to get it out there for people to see.

We'll most likely still be sharing stuff a little while after the event is done so don't feel pressured to churn stuff out :)

What you'll need?

For starters you'll need the event prompts :> Event Prompts Link

We spruced them up a bit but its still all the same stuff. The free space is always available if you wish to add anything new :D

If your the type who needs a little bit of a guide, worry not we've got some very useful templates to help you out. [Template Twitter thread link] [Template Google drive link] (Both of these links contain the same content, use whichever is easiest)

You can write in these, insert art, or even a little bit of both. It's totally up to you so just go where your imagination takes you.

These templates are NOT mandatory, they're just here to help if you need.

If your gonna be sharing content to Tumblr please make sure you tag everything with our designated tag for the event

#dmcocweek (For Tumblr) # DMCOCWeek (For Twitter)

Only if you want us to be able to see it and reblog it ofc <3

Last but most certainly not least we have a discord 🎉

You don't have to join to participate in the event but if you want to interact with some more of the fandom a bit easier then it's here for you.

[Discord link]

Well I think that's it folks If you have any questions just chuck it in the inbox and we'll get to it as quick as we can

See y'all when the event starts👋🏽

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❥.my scripts

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❥. Hii! You might know me from TikTok as @jazzyshifterr. If you don’t my name is Jazzy and I’m a reality shifter! If you don’t know what reality shifting is I would suggest searching for that first. I’ve been a part of the shifting community since 2020 but have been more active in it since around October of 2023. i have never successfully shifted but I’ve mini-shifted once. my main drs in detail is my main harry potter dr, based on the fan fiction TBWL (the who loved) by scribblingquills on wattpad. my s/o in that dr is harry. My next few Hogwarts drs aren’t as important as the first one, I have a modern no plot dr, a Slytherin dr, and a marauders dr. the next de ill be tell you guys about is my maze runner dr. My s/o in this one is Minho. Next we have my Percy Jackson dr. My s/o in this dr is Percy. I have a few other drs but I’ll spare you the details and tell you a little more about myself. I’ve known about shifting for a while but only really got into it around the end of last year. In the short time I’ve been learning about the different parts of shifting I have gained so much information. I learned about the CIA documents(these are not directly linked to shifting but are a good source to learn from, however please do not refer people to this document when talking about shifting, as it’s about astral projection and not shifting), the Robert Monroe experiment/experience, quantum leaping, astral projection, consciousness studies, lucid dreaming, and lastly astronomy based shifting. These are most of the things I have learned obviously in little detail. Soon I will post some more posts going into details on these discoveries as well as scripting things and many other things related to shifting. I’m also a fan fiction writer! My tag on Wattpad is the same as tumblr, TikTok, and Instagram, I go by jazzyshifterr on just about every social I have. I’ve not written much but you’re obviously welcome to check that out if you want to. Another thing about me is that I’ve never shifted before. So right now at least there will be no content on my shifting experiences, such as story times. I will still by trying to publish things about my progress in my journey though. I’ve also made shifting methods I’ll post about soon enough! I know there are so many methods it’s hard to keep up with new ones, but I hope anything that I make for you guys can help you in some way. Whether that helps you shift, or even just learn something about yourself. This is the first time I’ve ever had tumblr and I know this was a lot to read, but I really do hope my time on here can not only help you guys but also help me as well in my shifting journey. Remember we are all capable and are all able to shift. Thanks for reading this whole thing, I really appreciate it, have a good day. <3

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theforgottenmcrmy · 2 years

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Birds of a Feather (Chapter 1/?) ||| Bradley Bradshaw

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Sam “Merlin” Wells’ Daughter OC

Warnings: Explicit Language, Mentions of Death of Parent(s)

Summary: “Are you alright, Dad? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Though his daughter had only meant it as a joke, that was very much an adequate description of what Sam Wells felt in that moment as he fully took in the sight of the young man standing before him.

Word Count: 6700 ish.

DISCLAIMER: Spoilers for Top Gun and Top Gun: Maverick ahead. While I have done some research and was provided a plethora of information from the very helpful and awesome user who is @wombtotombx , I have taken some creative liberties for story telling purposes, and as such, this will not be completely accurate in regards specifics of Navy processes, terminologies, etc.

Masterlist /// Chapter 1 /// Chapter 2

A/N: Hello to anyone reading this! 😊 This is something I’ve been working on for a quite a few weeks now, so I’m excited to finally start sharing it. (I’ve only got four parts planned for this fic so far, with the last one ending right before the events of Top Gun: Maverick, but if there is any desire for me to continue this, I don’t think I’ll need much persuasion.👀) I just wanted to note three things quickly: “present day” is the timeline of the movie, I know iPhone’s weren’t really a thing yet regardless of when this actually takes place (I tried looking for older SMS templates and was unsuccessful, please bear with me and use your imagination😅), and I’ve made our main crew’s ages in the film to be around late 20s/early 30s based on their rank and what made a little bit more sense to me.

If you decide to give this a read, thank you! Any and all feedback is very much welcomed and appreciated. If not, I hope you have a good day just the same! 😊💙

Chapter 1: A Ghost

San Diego, CA

Fightertown USA

Present Day

...

He’s not exactly surprised to see her at The Hard Deck.

In fact, when he strolled through the already propped open and welcoming front door of the familiar bar, took a look around the room, and immediately spotted her towards the back by the pool table, he realized he had already expected it. They’d been inadvertently chasing after one another throughout their careers, after all.

She was oblivious to his presence, smiling and watching the game taking place. Better for him that way- the more time she remained in the dark of his presence, the more time he had to think of what exactly to say to her. They didn’t exactly have the best track record of leaving things on a clearly-communicated note with one another.

But as he watched her smile crack a little wider and let out a light laugh at something someone, whose back is facing him, said to her, he realized that he was just as happy to see her as he always was.

“Bradshaw!” a familiar voice called, breaking his cover and forcing him to act. “Is that you?”

He made his way towards the pool tables in the back, eyes scanning over the other bar patrons along the way.

Though he didn’t mean to, at least not right away, he caught her curious gaze.

One corner of his mouth involuntarily twitched upwards in a crooked smile.

Asheville, North Carolina

11 years ago

…

Gloria Bradshaw sat on her rocking chair on the front porch of her home and watched in a contemplative silence as her grandson made trip after trip from the house to his Bronco. Each time he gently kicked open the screen door, his arms were filled with even more of his belongings.

She had offered to help him, several times in fact, but each time he had denied her vehemently. Whether he was simply being kind, or if he was too stubborn to accept any kind of assistance, no matter how small, she simply wasn’t sure.

Regardless, her grandson made the treks in silence, save a few off-handed small talk comments here and there. It should’ve been an exciting time in his life. Fresh out of high school, he was finally getting the chance to go out into the world on his own. But he wasn’t happy. And she knew exactly why.

Bradley Bradshaw should have been in Annapolis at that very moment. But there he was, packing up his car to head off to a state college instead. It was a decently prestigious state college at that, but not nearly as prestigious as the Academy would have been. His mother had been by the news. Bradley, not so much, and that was an understatement.

Gloria could tell that he was still upset about it, at least a little bit, though he put on a heck of a show of accepting the lot he was given and tried to convince her otherwise. Bradley moved forward with what he thought was the next-best option for him. His mother had tried to talk him out of his backup plan and kill the idea in its crib, well before he had even looked into any specific colleges. And honestly, so did Gloria.

But then she’d seen it. She’d seen the same look in Bradley’s eyes that she had seen in his father’s when he told her of his own plan. And after the woman recovered from the shock, there was no doubt that talking her grandson out of his decision would be impossible. He would be the only one who could deter him from the path he was about to set out on.

The path he chose for himself wouldn’t be an easy one, especially not for him. But what made it all the more sad in the eyes of his grandmother was the fact that he would be starting his journey alone. No father or mother to see him off. Only her.

And since she was limited to a supporting role- though support him she surely would- she could only hope he would allow himself to open up and find others who could be there for him when she could not. She believed he was capable of doing so, but he had shut out almost everyone after the passing of his mother the previous year. It would take time to get him to open up again.

Thankfully, he had his father’s sense of humor and his mother’s thirst for life. Traits like that couldn’t be dulled for long.

Chicago, Illinois

…

“Are you sure about this?”

“... Dad, for the hundredth time-”

“I know, I know. But, just hear me out: you could stay here for another year. You could get a part time job, maybe work on your Academy application for next year-”

“Just to not receive a nomination again? I’d rather accept it for what it is and at least get my start this way. Besides, I thought you didn’t want me even going to the service at all?”

The former Lieutenant Sam “Merlin” Wells sighed tiredly and looked across the dinner table at his daughter seriously. “It’s not that I don’t want you to go into it… But it’s a tough road kid, and a long one at that. I know you’ve got your mind set on it now, but that could change. And I don’t want you to put yourself in a position where you can’t change your mind. What if you do these four years, and then you aren’t even considered for that route at the end of it? You know, they only take a small group of everyone who wants to get in.”

“Then I’ll serve my country doing something else,” his daughter reasoned, as if the answer was simple. To her, it probably was. To him, it was still a concern worth noting. “I’ve got some time to work on some backup options. And you said yourself- we’ll go on a few cruises over the summers. Maybe I’ll find something else I’ll enjoy just as much, if not more. Who knows?”

Sam sighed, and looked at his daughter warily. She was just as stubborn as her mother, he had to give her that. “If this is really what you want to do, then I won’t stop you. I’ll always worry about you, but I won’t stop you… I just don’t want you doing all this for me.”

There was a fine line between having some hope and being realistic, and Sam Wells had always believed he was able to find that balance quite well. Did he believe his daughter would be able to achieve the rather ambitious goal she was setting for herself? Sure. But even getting the chance to prove herself would be no easy feat. She’d be up against hundreds- no, thousands- of hopefuls just like her. And many of them would have the added prestige of coming from the Academy, while she would not. The odds of her being successful were slim to none.

“I hear you, but this is what I want to do,” she assured him readily. “You worry too much about me, Dad.”

Sometimes Sam wondered if his daughter didn’t worry enough. “But do you really have to go to a school several states away to accomplish all of this?”

It had been one last Hail-Mary of a shot, but as soon as Sam saw the smirk on his daughter’s face, he knew it hadn’t been a hit. “They’ve got a good program for my major,” she reasoned. “You know, in case I change my mind? I’ll get a good degree out of this either way.”

Sam sighed. Clara sounded so confident. While he wasn’t sure if it was all entirely warranted just yet, he didn’t want to completely dash her hopes either. She would learn lessons the hard way, that much was inevitable.

But if she was as tough as the Navy would expect her to be, he knew she would bounce right back.

Raleigh, North Carolina

…

Clara Wells slumped into a seat on the first day of classes feeling nearly downright exhausted.

Moving onto campus a few days early, getting settled into the dorm, going through the introductory program NROTC, and the PT- not to mention the 1.5 mile run that they had had that very same morning before the sun was even up- had been draining to say the least.

Thankfully, the tiredness that resulted did wonders to alleviate the first day of class nerves that she most certainly would have had otherwise. The first few classes that morning went by in a flash, nothing but hour after hour of reading a syllabus word for word. And following a break for lunch, there was only one class left on her schedule: chemistry.

“Hey… don’t I recognize you from PT?”

A voice coming from the seat beside her drew her focus away from the window on her other side. “Huh?” She turned, and who she saw almost made her eyes go wide. Thankfully, she managed to keep her composure enough to try and play it off cool. “Oh, yeah… I think so.”

Of course she recognized the boy who had spoken to her. How could she have missed him? He led the pack the whole 1.5 mile run they’d been instructed to do that morning. He had had a commanding lead too- almost as though he’d been preparing for it his whole life. That wasn’t to say the others weren’t prepared- they all had physical requirements that had to be passed before stepping foot on campus- but upon first impression, this guy was just different. She knew that he would be the one to watch.

There was also the fact that he was tall, with sandy brown hair and a dazzling smile.

The boy took a seat at the desk beside her, and gave her a small smile. “I’m Bradley Bradshaw.”

Perhaps it was the exhaustion, or perhaps it was the rather distracting boy beside her, but In typical awkward first-day fashion, she couldn’t help but smile upon hearing the boy’s name.

Unfortunately, he had caught her momentary lapse in composure.

“Yeah, I know,” he said, rolling his eyes, “Laugh at my name all you want.”

“No, it’s not that!” she swore hastily.

An awkward silence fell over the pair.

When the social cues finally clicked in her mind, her gut reaction was a hasty blurted out response. “...Oh! Uh, I’m Clara… Clara Wells.”

She felt like kicking herself for stumbling over her words, but thankfully, the corners of Bradley’s lips twitched upwards briefly. Though it wouldn’t have been a comforting sign in and of itself, the intrigued look in his eyes made her feel less silly than she would have otherwise.

“Do you know what I think about when I hear the name ‘Clara’?” he asked.

Clara raised her eyebrows curiously, taken aback by the suddenly posed question. “What?”

He grabbed a notebook out of his backpack smoothly and plopped it down upon his desk. “The Red Cross.”

Clara deadpanned, having heard that joke before one too many times, and opened her mouth to retort something about having a name like Bradley Bradshaw instead, but was prevented from doing so by the professor entering the classroom.

Throughout the speech going over the syllabus, Clara snuck glances over at the boy seated at the desk beside her. Most of the time, he caught her apparently not-so-subtle gazes. Though she assumed he was still poking fun at her, the slightly mischievous but also playful small smile on his face suggested otherwise.

For some reason, and despite minimal effort on Bradley’s part to encourage such a relationship, Clara Wells had deemed him as her new friend rather quickly.

They ended up having several classes together, as was the nature of two students with similar majors. She chose to sit by him during their other shared classes as well. He didn’t mind too much at first, but it did mean that they were frequently assigned projects and other coursework together.

And the more time they spent together, the more Bradley began to wonder why he had decided to sit next to her during that first chemistry class in the first place. She hadn’t exactly been easy to miss- being one of only four girls in the incoming class going through NROTC, he probably would’ve been able to recognize any one of them if he saw them on campus. Perhaps he had hoped a somewhat familiar face would be better than a complete stranger for class projects and the like. Regardless, he was also beginning to wonder whether wanting to avoid the awkwardness of working on projects with strangers had been worth the trouble.

Clara talked so much, it was basically chirping. Even outside of the classroom, she would make strong attempts to chat with him during PT, when appropriate, of course, and other NROTC events. She filled any awkward or uneasy silences between them with random comments or humming a few notes of whatever song was stuck in her head that day. It was as though she couldn’t keep quiet, and whenever he was with her, Bradley found it hard as hell to have just a moment of silence to think.

And always, always with those questions of hers.

“So, what made you want to join NROTC?” she asked him one morning following PT. The sun was just about to rise, and everyone had been dismissed for the morning. It turned out that they lived in adjacent dorms, so more often than not, she joined him on the walk back to their respective buildings.

Bradley frowned and let out a short laugh. “That’s a bit of a personal question, ain’t it?” Not to mention an extremely loaded one. “Do you ask everyone about their life ambitions before six in the morning?”

“Only the interesting ones, I suppose.”

“Oh, yeah?” he challenged jokingly. “You think I’m interesting?”

Clara smiled shyly and shrugged.

Bradley could have easily dropped the subject then and there, and honestly, he probably should have, but hindsight was 20-20. “What makes me so interesting?”

“You always look like you have something to say,” she answered carefully. “But you just... don’t. It makes me wonder why.”

Him and her both.

…

Still, despite her shortcomings, Clara was nice enough to him, and sincere. Maybe she could be a little bit annoying at times, but the more Bradley got accustomed to how she was, the less he was painfully aware of it, and the more endearing it slowly started to become.

… Alright, maybe she wasn’t actually that bad.

Besides, she proved to be a hell of a distraction from everything else going on in his mind.

Despite all the fraternization, it took a while for Bradley to really come around to the idea of letting Clara in. They cracked a lot of jokes together, and their repartee was nearly unmatched. But their banter never ran deeper than jokes; he never allowed it to. Sure, she was most likely harmless, and it wasn’t though he was outright opposed to the idea. But it was hard.

He’d had plenty of friends before, but getting uprooted just before senior year by the sudden passing of his mother and moving across the country to North Carolina had certainly put a damper on things in that area of his life. After that, he became closed off, and that was something he could openly admit too. He knew he wasn’t capable of being anything other than his true and honest self when it came to relationships, let alone friendships. And if he wasn’t willing to be that vulnerable, which he hadn’t been for quite some time, what was the point of investing in any further friendships at all if it was just going to be built on false pretenses and inauthenticity?

Besides, Bradley wasn’t sure what Clara was trying to get out of the situation. Friendship? … Something more? Regardless, he wasn’t sure she would be one able to handle all the good, the bad, and the ugly that would come along with it.

To her credit, Clara tried every trick in her book to make him cave and break down his walls. She tried to invite him out for different things, like a football game, or a party or two, even though the latter had the potential to land them both in a little bit of trouble. But he could tell she meant it all sincerely, at least in her own way.

But he could also tell that she was starting to get frustrated. Friendship was a two way street, after all.

After a few weeks, her efforts to get him to let her in were successful, and the walls he put up inside him finally began to crumble down.

…

Bradley frowned in confusion as he began typing out his response.

And so, Bradley Bradshaw found himself sitting in the back row of an auditorium in the fine arts building listening as a choir practiced on stage. He’d lingered in the lobby for a few minutes, but eventually, the singing echoing off the empty halls of the building he had yet to step foot in before that particular evening drew him into the darkened auditorium.

Once the rehearsal was complete, and everyone began to head their separate ways, he spotted Clara. She grabbed her bag and made her way over to him as quickly as possible. She mumbled a greeting and began digging through her backpack for the notes she had promised him.

“So, you weren’t kidding,” he stated dumbfoundedly. “You’re really taking choir, huh?”

“Sure am,” Clara answered, withdrawing her notebook and handing it over to him.

Bradley took the notebook from her hands. “Why?”

“I did it in high school. I don’t need it for my major- obviously- but I like it. It’s a good outlet.”

Despite himself, Bradley smirked. “Singing old Latin songs is a good outlet for you?”

“Hey, it’s a change of pace,” she said in mock defense. “Breaks up the routine.”

A rare moment of silence passed between them.

“I can tell by the look on your face that you’re judging me,” Clara declared, raising an eyebrow suspiciously. Perhaps his teasing had finally gone too far.

“I’m not judging you,” he promised. “… I actually play a little piano myself.”

Even under the poor lighting, he could plainly see the look of surprise that flashed across her face at that information. “Really?”

“Yeah. We had one in the house growing up. I just decided to have at it one day, and the rest is history.”

Why they had had a piano wasn’t very important at that moment. Bradley wasn’t even entirely sure why he had offered the information up so easily. But since he had, it was only polite to see it through.

He could tell by the look on her face that Clara sensed there was more to his story, but thankfully, she didn't press him. “Are you any good?”

“Maybe,” Bradley answered with a shrug. “But that’s not what it’s about. Like you said- it’s an outlet.”

For the first time he’d seen her that evening, Clara actually smiled. “… Maybe you’ll have to show me sometime.”

His quick response surprised them both.

“Maybe I will.”

Raleigh, North Carolina

10.5 years ago

…

Once Clara Wells had “cracked” Bradley Bradshaw, there was no going back. The two became as thick as thieves.

As the floodgates of information opened, it was discovered just how much more they had in common then either of them realized. Similar taste in music- mostly some good ol’ classic rock with just a pinch of some old country and other eighties hits to keep things lively- check. Having a pipe dream of not only going into the navy, but going into arguably one of the more selective areas of naval aviation? Double check. The only difference there was that Bradley was dead-set on becoming an aviator, while Clara was shooting for NFO with an additional huge hope of eventually becoming a WSO.

But then the conversations got a little bit deeper. Both had had fathers in the Navy, and both had been raised primarily by a single parent. Both of them had lofty ambitions and a near crippling fear of not only letting down themselves, but letting down the only family they had left.

Those deeper conversations tended to occur later at night, when all homework and other projects had been completed. The two would often sit in whatever shared space on campus they’d temporarily claimed for the work, chatting about anything and everything.

One night in particular, Clara finally got up the nerve to ask what she had attempted to do a few months back.

“So, why are you really here?”

A queer look flashed across Bradley’s face at her poorly-phrased question. “I’m… putting off going back to my dorm to study for a few more hours?”

“No, not that. Why are you here?” Clara repeated, gesturing vaguely to the space around her. “I just… a guy like you? I have a hard time believing you didn’t apply for the Academy. You would’ve been a shoe-in.”

Bradley’s smile faltered slightly, and if Clara hadn’t been looking at him carefully, she would’ve missed it altogether. “I did apply.”

“You did?” Clara’s brows furrowed. “What happened?”

“Does it matter?” he countered, sounding a bit more agitated, and perhaps rightfully so. “At the end of the day, I didn’t get in.”

It was hard for Clara to imagine that someone like him would have their application denied to the Academy. Bradley took every bit of PT in stride; she’d never heard him complain about any of it once, not even in private. He was crazy smart too- he was an Aerospace Engineer major for God’s sake. Why wouldn’t the Academy want someone as motivated and intelligent as him?

It was silent for a few moments.

“Don’t pity me too much,” Bradley joked, his tone audibly gentler than just a few moments before. “My mom was certainly relieved about it.”

As soon as he referenced his mother, who she had learned had passed relatively recently, Clara knew that his end of the conversation was over. She knew Bradley’s father was gone too, and had been for a long time. Though they were becoming fast friends and the information had been offered up, the details of the passing of parents was definitely not something that either had dared to broach just yet.

“If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t even get to apply,” Clara admitted, pivoting the conversation to a new direction. “Couldn’t even get a nomination, actually.”

That seemed to surprise him. “Any idea why?”

She shrugged. “I used to think it was just bad luck, but now, I’m not so sure.”

“How come?”

“Who knows. But it doesn’t really matter. Lately, I’ve been thinking I was meant to go this route all along.”

Bradley rolled his eyes at her whimsical tone. “And what did your dad think about that?”

“All my life, my dad talked about his career as a RIO. He said it was some of the most difficult years of his life, but also some of the most rewarding. But the very moment I started expressing interest in joining the Navy, he changed his tune immediately.”

“Sounds about right,” Bradley chuckled dryly. After a moment, he continued. “You know, you’ve never mentioned your dad was a RIO.”

“I haven’t?” she racked her brain, before ultimately conceding. “Maybe not.”

“What, he doesn’t want his daughter following in his footsteps?”

Clara laughed. “I don’t know about that, but I have teased him about him not wanting me to out-do him. He was actually supposed to go to TOPGUN at one point, you know?”

Bradley did a double take. “Really?”

“Yeah. But his pilot turned in his wings less than 48 hours before they were supposed to head off to Miramar, and another pilot and RIO got sent instead.”

Bradley pursed his lips, suddenly deep in thought.

Clara was somewhat oblivious to his sudden withdrawal of focus on their conversation. “Don’t get me wrong, I think he would’ve gotten back there eventually, but then my mom died, and he decided not to reenlist.”

“What was his call sign?”

“Merlin,” Clara recalled with a light laugh. “He’s told me his version of why he got that name, but I think he changed some of the details to spare me the truth…”

She trailed off, noticing her companion had gone oddly quiet once again. She looked up from the notebook she’d been doodling idly in on and off again throughout their conversation, and over towards him. Bradley had a strange look on his face that she couldn’t quite place.

“Are you alright?” she inquired.

When Bradley noticed her watching him, he quickly recovered, and gave her a small smile. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? You looked like you kinda zoned out there.”

“I’m fine, really.”

Clara only half-believed him, but she knew continuing to ask badger Bradley about it wouldn’t get her anywhere good. Instead, she dropped the subject, and another awkward silence fell upon them.

That was, until Bradley broke the silence with a statement that surprised her greatly.

“My dad was a RIO too, actually.”

“Really? What was his call sign?”

Bradley hesitated, but after a moment, he opened his mouth to respond. “It was-”

“Building’s closing in fifteen minutes, kids,” a passing custodian said, inadvertently interrupting him.

The pair muttered a quiet thanks, and Clara turned back to Bradley expectantly. However, he had already begun the process of packing up his things.

He glanced up at her. “Ready to head back?”

Nodding wordlessly, she proceeded to gather her own belongings.

But she couldn’t help but wonder what he had been about to say.

Asheville, North Carolina

10 years ago

…

“Are you sure about this?”

Gloria Bradshaw watched as her grandson began to pack the bags she swore he had only just unpacked.

“Yes, Grandma,” Bradley replied patiently. “I’m going to visit a friend for a week, and then we’re going to head down to summer training from there.”

“And you’re sure she’s just a friend?”

“Yes, Grandma. She’s just a friend. A friend who happens to live in Chicago and has offered to show me around the city for a few days. You wouldn’t want your grandson to miss out on an offer like that, would you?“

Gloria knew Bradley was only joking with her, but her answer was the same. “Of course not. But are her parents alright with you staying there?”

“Her father,” he corrected, closing his suitcase shut and clicking the latches, “said it’s fine. They’ve got an extra room.”

Gloria’s eyes narrowed. “Have you met her father?”

Bradley looked away, preemptively moving his suitcase off the bed and onto the floor. “No.”

Gloria watched for a moment as her grandson fiddled with random clothes he had decided not to pack. He was clearly avoiding making eye contact. “If this girl is just a friend, then why do you seem so nervous just talking about her father?”

Bradley dropped the shirt he’d been holding onto the bed, and finally met her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” his grandmother asked, alarmed by the seriousness she saw on his young face.

Chicago, Illinois

…

“Remind me- what’s the plan again?”

“He’s only staying through Friday, and then he’s going to drive us down for summer training… Wait, why do you have that weird look on your face all of the sudden?”

Sam Wells shrugged. “This is just the first time you’ve brought a boy home in a while-”

Clara groaned. “It’s not bringing a boy home, Dad. Bradley’s just a friend.”

Right. Bradley, the boy his daughter hadn’t been able to omit from a single one of their conversations over the past year, was just a friend. Sam would never pretend to know more about his daughter’s “love life” than she did, but even he found the notion a little bit suspicious.

“Please be nice,” Clara begged. “Besides, I think you’ll actually like him. You two should have plenty to talk about. He wants to be a pilot, and- oh! I almost forgot. His dad was actually a RIO, too.”

Sam did a double take. “He was?”

“Yes. Small world, isn’t it? Maybe you knew him.”

It was a small world, but just how small was it really? Wait…

The soft rumble of a vehicle coming down the relatively quiet streets of the outlying Chicago suburb interrupted their conversation.

“Speak of the devil,” Clara said then, smiling brightly and then immediately leaving the room.

Sam followed suit, but when his daughter opened the front door and bounded outside, he opted to remain inside instead. He walked over to the picture window of the front room and watched as his daughter walked towards a dark colored Bronco that was parking on the street in front of their home. The engine was killed, and a young man hopped out of the driver's side before walking around to greet Clara.

Who he saw made Sam Well’s face pale.

The young man grabbed a bag from the back of the Bronco- Clara insisted on grabbing another for him- and then the pair headed across the lawn towards the front door, which was still open. The closer the pair got, the easier Sam could hear their pleasant exchange.

“Well, here it is,” Clara announced theatrically, walking through the open doorway with the young man right behind her. She turned, and her eyes widened in slight surprise as she spotted her father lingering by the picture window. “There you are! …. Are you alright, Dad? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Though his daughter had only meant it as a joke, that was very much an adequate description of what Sam Wells felt in that moment as he fully took in the sight of the young man standing before him.

“Dad, this is Bradley Bradshaw. Bradley, this is my dad- Sam Wells.”

Sam locked eyes with the young man hesitantly. He was met with a knowing, slightly apprehensive look.

… So, the kid knew who he was.

Sam wanted to kick himself. At some point over the past year, he really ought to have put two and two together. But what were the freaking chances of this Bradley Bradshaw being the Bradley Bradshaw? One in a thousand. No, one in a million.

“Sir,” Bradley greeted carefully, lightly setting his duffel bag by his feet and extending a hand in his direction.

Sam shook his hand cautiously, his eyes not leaving the young man’s. “Mr. Bradshaw.”

Clara watched their interaction patiently, blissfully unaware of anything deeper going on than what she could see on the surface. She turned back to Bradley with a grin. “Come on- I’ll show you where you’ll be crashing.”

Bradley took the queue and plucked his duffel bag off the floor. As he moved to follow Clara, he gave her father once last weary glance.

Clara was on the landline in the kitchen, ordering some takeout food for dinner. In an effort to temporarily avoid the inevitable, Bradley excused himself to the restroom.

As he walked down the hallway of the small home, the decorations adorning the walls of the narrow corridor caught his eye. There was a display case that drew his attention first. His eyes scanned over the contents- a couple patches, a few medals. But just beyond the display case were framed photographs.

Bradley continued down the hallway slowly, eyes raking over picture after picture. Finally, one of the photos made him halt in place and stare.

It was a photo labeled as being of the VF-1. His eyes scanned over the men in the photo until he spotted a few familiar faces.

There was Mr. Wells- “Merlin”, standing beside his pilot of a few years who went by “Cougar”. Bradley didn’t recognize many others by their faces, but if he had their callsigns, he dared to bet that they would’ve rang some bells. His eyes continued to scan over the lines of men until he spotted the one he hadn’t realized he’d been searching for.

There. Nick “Goose” Bradshaw.

After many years, it still gave Bradley somewhat of an eerie feeling to see a photo of his father looking just about the same age as the last time he’d ever seen him alive. Before his eyes was an image of the oldest his father would ever be, and with each passing year, he was growing painfully aware of the fact that a day may come where he’d outlive him. It was a sobering thought, yet he knew his father would have wanted nothing less for him.

Before his mind started to spiral any further into unpleasant thoughts, Bradley continued to scan the photo. He involuntarily frowned at the man standing beside his father.

“I had a feeling I might find you here.”

Bradley nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden appearance of Mr. Wells. He gave a short nervous laugh before swallowing and forcing himself to regain his composure. “Well… you found me.”

Mr. Wells took a few steps further into the hallway and came to stand beside him. He looked over the photo that had caught Bradley’s attention thoughtfully.

“Your father was a good man.”

“So they say,” Bradley found himself saying, unable to keep his tone from carrying a slightly bitter edge. He cleared his throat. “But, thank you, sir.”

“Clara doesn’t know about him, or that we flew together, does she?”

There it was- the lingering feeling of guilt that had been plaguing him off and on for a few months. It was silly, really; had Bradley been able to finish the conversation that night a few months back, the information surely would’ve come to light by that point. But he hadn’t, and now it felt more and more like he was keeping a secret from Clara. Keeping secrets didn't tend to bode well for friendships… or whatever it was that they had.

“No,” Bradley admitted.

“You should tell her,” Mr. Wells advised seriously. “It’s bound to come out at some point… and when it does, and if she finds out that we both knew and didn’t tell her, we’ll both be in the doghouse.”

Bradley couldn’t help but laugh at the older man’s unique phrasing. “Well, we wouldn’t want that.”

“No, no,” Mr. Wells agreed heartily, chuckling to himself. “... Can I be honest with you, son?”

“Yes.”

“When I first heard about what happened to your father, not a day went by where I didn’t wonder why it hadn’t been me instead.”

“... Sir?”

“Let me explain,” Mr. Wells continued. “I’m sure you know that Cougar and I were going to be sent to TOPGUN. Well… Suffice to say, Cougar lost the edge, with it went both of our chances. So your dad and good ol’ Maverick got sent instead.”

Bradley wasn’t sure he would have used “good ol’” to describe his late father’s best friend, but he didn’t feel it was pertinent to share that opinion with Mr. Wells just then.

“But if it had been me and Cougar, it could have very well been us on that fateful day. And for the longest time, I didn’t understand why it couldn’t have been me instead.”

Bradley remained silent.

“There’s no reason for why some of us meet early fates,” Mr. Wells explained. “It’s not fair, no matter how you look at it. But the older I get, the more I realize that there may be reasons why some of us are spared. Maybe my wife was always meant to go young… but someone had to be here for our daughter. And I guess that someone was me.”

He certainly had not been anticipating having such a high level existential discussion with his friend’s father, but even Bradley had to admit that perhaps the man made some sense, in his own way at least.

“So… you wanna become a pilot, huh?”

“Yes, sir,” Bradley confirmed, immensely grateful for the change to a much lighter subject.

Mr. Wells looked away from the photo for the first time, and Bradley felt his eyes on the side of his face. He could see the man’s narrowed, thoughtful eyes out of the corner of his own.

“... I can see it.”

Bradley smiled.

“Say, are you still in contact with Maverick?”

Bradley’s smile fell. Unfortunately. “On occasion, sir.”

“Good, good. What’s he up to these days?”

“There you two are!”

The sound of Clara’s voice grabbed the attention of both men, and they looked down the hallway to where she stood.

“The food’ll be ready in twenty minutes, so we better get going,” she explained, gesturing over her shoulder with her thumb for emphasis.

“I’ll drive,” Bradley offered quickly. “There’s something I wanted to talk to you about, anyways.” He exchanged a brief knowing look with the man beside him.

“You just drove for hours!” Clara protested. “Let me. Dad, can I borrow the car?”

Mr. Wells withdrew the keys from his pocket and tossed them to her. “You kids be careful.”

By the time the pair got home with dinner, Sam could tell immediately that something was up with the two. The most damning sign that something was amiss- or at least not the same as it had been not even an hour ago- was that his daughter was far more quiet than she usually was. The pair brought the food into the house in silence.

However, while his daughter’s quietness was usually a tell-tale sign that something was wrong, this time, it seemed different. Instead of avoiding her friend’s gaze, Sam caught the two exchanging looks throughout the duration of the quiet dinner, as if there was some new sort of understanding between them.

But that was well beyond the scope of Sam’s duty of speculation. He’d given the kid his two cents worth of advice, and now it was their matter to deal with.

After dinner, Sam excused himself to his home office, while the other two opted to watch a movie in the living room. Sam was no helicopter parent, and the two were- young- adults, but he did keep the office door open to note when the pair headed to their respective rooms for the night.

He must've gotten seriously caught up in his workload for the upcoming week though, and before he knew it, he glanced up at the clock and saw that it was already well after two in the morning. He frowned as he realized Clara and Bradley had never come back down the hallway.

Sam meandered out into the living room curiously and admittingly, a little bit fearful, as to what he might see. Though he wasn’t exactly sure what he would find, what he saw hadn’t even crossed his mind.

As the start up menu music for the movie they’d been watching looped in the background, Clara was out cold, her head resting somewhat awkwardly on the back of the couch behind her. Meanwhile, soft snores could be heard coming from Bradley, who was right beside her, basically slumped up against her, his head plopped down on her shoulder.

Though Sam could feel some protectiveness start to brew, he let it slide. The kid was harmless… for now. And, if he was anything like his father, Sam knew that he would turn out to be a great man.

Regardless of whether they were truly “just friends”, he knew that Clara having someone like Bradley in her life could only benefit her. They both had lofty ambitions of going to a demanding career, and an even more demanding field within that career. If Clara was to be successful, she’d need a support system, and Sam knew he wouldn’t always be able to be there for her. And who knew? Maybe Clara could be a support system for Bradley, too.

His daughter was right. It was a small world. But really, what were the chances of her going to an out of state college, and not only finding the Bradley Bradshaw, but the two of them affixing themselves to the other so quickly?

… Oh well, Wells. Sam chuckled at his own joke as he grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. “Birds of a feather,” he mumbled fondly, taking one last glance at the two before heading to his own room to retire for the night.

Chapter 2

Masterlist

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Please feel free to let me know if you enjoyed. If you’d like to be added to a taglist for future parts, please feel free to let me know as well.😊💙

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The search for extrasolar planets is currently undergoing a seismic shift. With the deployment of the Kepler Space Telescope and the Transiting Exoplanet Survey Satellite (TESS), scientists discovered thousands of exoplanets, most of which were detected and confirmed using indirect methods. But in more recent years, and with the launch of the James Webb Space Telescope (JWST), the field has been transitioning toward one of characterization. In this process, scientists rely on emission spectra from exoplanet atmospheres to search for the chemical signatures we associate with life (biosignatures). However, there’s some controversy regarding the kinds of signatures scientists should look for. Essentially, astrobiology uses life on Earth as a template when searching for indications of extraterrestrial life, much like how exoplanet hunters use Earth as a standard for measuring “habitability.” But as many scientists have pointed out, life on Earth and its natural environment have evolved considerably over time. In a recent paper, an international team demonstrated how astrobiologists could look for life on TRAPPIST-1e based on what existed on Earth billions of years ago. The team consisted of astronomers and astrobiologists from the Global Systems Institute, and the Departments of Physics and Astronomy, Mathematics and Statistics, and Natural Sciences at the University of Exeter. They were joined by researchers from the School of Earth and Ocean Sciences at the University of Victoria and the Natural History Museum in London. The paper that describes their findings, “Biosignatures from pre-oxygen photosynthesizing life on TRAPPIST-1e,” will be published in the Monthly Notices of the Royal Astronomical Society (MNRAS). The TRAPPIST-1 system has been the focal point of attention ever since astronomers confirmed the presence of three exoplanets in 2016, which grew to seven by the following year. As one of many systems with a low-mass, cooler M-type (red dwarf) parent star, there are unresolved questions about whether any of its planets could be habitable. Much of this concerns the variable and unstable nature of red dwarfs, which are prone to flare activity and may not produce enough of the necessary photons to power photosynthesis. With so many rocky planets found orbiting red dwarf suns, including the nearest exoplanet to our Solar System (Proxima b), many astronomers feel these systems would be the ideal place to look for extraterrestrial life. At the same time, they’ve also emphasized that these planets would need to have thick atmospheres, intrinsic magnetic fields, sufficient heat transfer mechanisms, or all of the above. Determining if exoplanets have these prerequisites for life is something that the JWST and other next-generation telescopes – like the ESO’s proposed Extremely Large Telescope (ELT) – are expected to enable. But even with these and other next-generation instruments, there is still the question of what biosignatures we should look for. As noted, our planet, its atmosphere, and all life as we know it have evolved considerably over the past four billion years. During the Archean Eon (ca. 4 to 2.5 billion years ago), Earth’s atmosphere was predominantly composed of carbon dioxide, methane, and volcanic gases, and little more than anaerobic microorganisms existed. Only within the last 1.62 billion years did the first multi-celled life appear and evolve to its present complexity. Moreover, the number of evolutionary steps (and their potential difficulty) required to get to higher levels of complexity means that many planets may never develop complex life. This is consistent with the Great Filter Hypothesis, which states that while life may be common in the Universe, advanced life may not. As a result, simple microbial biospheres similar to those that existed during the Archean could be the most common. The key, then, is to conduct searches that would isolate biosignatures consistent with primitive life and the conditions that were common to Earth billions of years ago. This artistic conception illustrates large asteroids penetrating Earth’s oxygen-poor atmosphere. Credit: SwRI/Dan Durda/Simone Marchi As Dr. Jake Eager-Nash, a postdoctoral research fellow at the University of Victoria and the lead author of the study, explained to Universe Today via email: “I think the Earth’s history provides many examples of what inhabited exoplanets may look like, and it’s important to understand biosignatures in the context of Earth’s history as we have no other examples of what life on other planets would look like. During the Archean, when life is believed to have first emerged, there was a period of up to around a billion years before oxygen-producing photosynthesis evolved and became the dominant primary producer, oxygen concentrations were really low. So if inhabited planets follow a similar trajectory to Earth, they could spend a long time in a period like this without biosignatures of oxygen and ozone, so it’s important to understand what Archean-like biosignatures look like.” For their study, the team crafted a model that considered Archean-like conditions and how the presence of early life forms would consume some elements while adding others. This yielded a model in which simple bacteria living in oceans consume molecules like hydrogen (H) or carbon monoxide (CO), creating carbohydrates as an energy source and methane (CH4) as waste. They then considered how gases would be exchanged between the ocean and atmosphere, leading to lower concentrations of H and CO and greater concentrations of CH4. Said Eager-Nash: “Archean-like biosignatures are thought to require the presence of methane, carbon dioxide, and water vapor would be required as well as the absence of carbon monoxide. This is because water vapor gives you an indication there is water, while an atmosphere with both methane and carbon monoxide indicates the atmosphere is in disequilibrium, which means that both of these species shouldn’t exist together in the atmosphere as atmospheric chemistry would convert all of the one into the other, unless there is something, like life that maintains this disequilibrium. The absence of carbon monoxide is important as it is thought that life would quickly evolve a way to consume this energy source.” Artist’s impression of Earth in the early Archean with a purplish hydrosphere and coastal regions. Even in this early period, life flourished and was gaining complexity. Credit: Oleg Kuznetsov When the concentration of gases is higher in the atmosphere, the gas will dissolve into the ocean, replenishing the hydrogen and carbon monoxide consumed by the simple life forms. As biologically produced methane levels increase in the ocean, it will be released into the atmosphere, where additional chemistry occurs, and different gases are transported around the planet. From this, the team obtained an overall composition of the atmosphere to predict which biosignatures could be detected. “What we find is that carbon monoxide is likely to be present in the atmosphere of an Archean-like planet orbiting an M-Dwarf,” said Eager-Nash. “This is because the host star drives chemistry that leads to higher concentrations of carbon monoxide compared to a planet orbiting the Sun, even when you have life-consuming this [compound].” For years, scientists have considered how a circumsolar habitable zone (CHZ) could be extended to include Earth-like conditions from previous geological periods. Similarly, astrobiologists have been working to cast a wider net on the types of biosignatures associated with more ancient life forms (such as retinal-photosynthetic organisms). In this latest study, Eager-Nash and his colleagues have established a series of biosignatures (water, carbon monoxide, and methane) that could lead to the discovery of life on Archean-era rocky planets orbiting Sun-like and red dwarf suns. Further Reading: arXiv The post Will We Know if TRAPPIST-1e has Life? appeared first on Universe Today.

#space #astronomy #news #science

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Should mental health not be closer to basic physical health and exercise than lashes are to physical health and exercise? Your pyramid is pretty. I just saw that and wanted to know what led you to group each category in the order they're in.

Thank you for asking this respectfully.

The pryramind that I made was purely based off personal experience, but a lot of people questioned it.

Honestly, you won't get far mentally without investing in your environment and such. This is such a harsh truth to many people.

I am not saying that mental health/mindset is unimportant, just that, for some people it shouldn't be their first priority.

Last year, I was in such a bad mental health state that I couldnt go a day without wanting to cry, or just actually crying. I was so insecure, my closet friends were always making fun of me and I felt so direspected by everyone.

The only quality that I had was being smart and getting good grades, so I would always reassure myself that I had this.(academic validation basically) until.. other people started to get better grades than me, even those who weren't on my academic level. I spiralled into a deeper depression and my grades started to suffer because I felt, ugly, lonely and dumb.

But, one school holiday, I wanted to improve myself. In all aspects. So I started to research how to glow up. Bear in mind, people like thewizzardliz , tam kaur, elicia gougen, bria jones etc weren't popular or just weren't there at this time.

A lot of people saying how to glow up said that you should focus on mental health first, and so I did. I journalled, I meditated, did a bunch of inner healing work and such. To be honest, it did make me feel better.

Then school reopened. It was a lot worse. I still had those toxic friends because I wasn't socially eloquent enough, I was still insecure around other girls because I didn't focus on what looks lattering on me and instead focused on hiding my body and I felt terrible all the time because my sleep, diet and general health sucked.

I wondered why, because I thought I would feel 10x better after doing a bunch of healing work but heres the truth; I didn't because I was still in the same place physically(referring to friends, school/work, health etc), so my mind was in the same place mentally.

You cannot truly improve your mental health & mindset if your physical factors(friends, family, work/school, general health) are working to bring you down.

This is the lesson I learnt, of course, do your journey your own way but this was my pyramind and so I just don't want to preach anything didn't actually work for me just because it is controversial.

I wanted a better method to doing that hierachy that doesn't give off the message of I priortise beauty over mind, but that pryramind was the only free template I could find.

#prettier hierarchy

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