#lunar 3 unofficial

[charlies-diary-entries]

metamorphmagus!reader drabble <3

very, very long fluffy ass drabble approaching, just about 2k words. im actually deeply insanely obsessed with the concept of the metamorphmagus (my non-binary is showing, i know) and need more content of a metamorphmagus!reader + poly!marauders.

you officially meet the marauders during your later years at Hogwarts. they'd heard of you before, how could they not? beyond the small class sizes (which required you be aware of essentially everyone in your year, willingly or not), and the houses (which only further narrowed your chances of not knowing anyone), it was difficult for something as rare as a metamorphmagus to slip under anyone's noses.

james recalled seeing you at quidditch games, your hair vividly colored to match whichever team you were supporting. he was often proud to look through the crowd and find you sporting flaring red locks, cheering alongside his fellow gryffindors. he was proud, even if he knew you weren't there for him. very secretly, he often found himself wanting you to be there for him.

remus remembered the awkward instance of a professor dragging you to the front of the class and demanding you transform for him and your peers. it was a substitute for care of magical creatures, and he was determined to treat you like something to study. remus had cringed as you shifted, clearly uncomfortable and disjointed, before running off and skipping the rest of the day, upset. he wished he had gone to comfort you.

sirius often thought about when he spotted you shifting back to your true face while being dragged through the corridors by minnie. she was huffing and puffing about something you had done, some harmless prank scaring some first years with a strange face, but you only laughed. when he caught your eye, you winked, and he could feel his cheeks flush as he grinned. he'd suspected you'd be great fun for a while yet, but you were just beginning to prove yourself to him.

you had mostly slipped them all by up until their fifth year. by then, the boys had all been dating each other only for a short amount of time but it was becoming apparent to the rest of the school that the marauders were now strictly "look, but don't touch". they were really too fond of each other to consider anyone else now! (this was deeply upsetting information for the many young witches and wizards who had their hearts set upon a member of the famous group.)

however, as you had continued to find passion and joy in care of magical creatures despite your previous experience, you were studying to be a magizoologist. this meant, you were assisting kettleburn while james took the class. which of course meant, he finally had a clear opportunity to befriend you.

you and james caught on like wildfire, and it didn't take long for him to begin dragging the other marauders into your study sessions. hours would pass by, quiet jokes turning into loud laughter and getting shushed by the librarian. they found your ability endlessly fascinating and you were only too happy to oblige your new friends. (one time you transformed into sirius and the two of you acted out him falling in love with himself. the uproar it sent james and remus into actually got you kicked out of the library.)

it didn't take very long for you to become the newest unofficial member of the marauders. you were their beloved friend, and unfortunately in remus's eyes, all too smart. you had figured out his "furry little secret" just within the first month of knowing them all. the next month, they sat together in the hospital wing. sirius was holding remus's hand as james lay next to him on the bed, trying to bring him what comfort they had to offer when you stormed in. they were all aghast when you appeared in the hospital wing after the full moon with a full load of chocolate, several novels, and a promise that you'd do anything you could to help Remus through the lunar cycle. (remus thinks this very well may be when he fell in love with you. didn't help that you refused to leave his side for the rest of the day, reading to him and holding his hand in an entirely friendly way.)

you often joined them for the famous gryffindor parties, often getting sufficiently drunk and completely out of your mind. your appearance would shift constantly, struggling to find one stable face and body when your mind was so fuzzy. you would dance and laugh with them all, so when remus had squeezed sirius's hand and sent him to the corner you'd tucked away in, he knew something was wrong. you had been rather viciously rejected by a ravenclaw you liked, and now, very drunk, you were moaning to sirius about your appearance. could you have made your lips fuller? grown your hair? maybe cut your hair? what could have been different, more attractive, what could have made them like you? bigger eyes? sharper features? he had held your shifting face, helping you calm down and relax into your true complexion. (sirius had thought you looked completely gorgeous as yourself, because no matter how you looked, no matter what changed, he could always tell when you were comfortable in your own skin. he liked you best like that.)

and you always stood for what you believed in. once, james and remus had to not-so-gently drag you away from someone who had loudly claimed werewolves were "inhuman monsters". you continued to shout after them until you were dragged out of their sight, after which you gave remus possibly the longest hug he'd ever had. james gave him a soft kiss on the cheek after they sent you off to class, hoping you wouldn't attack any other students. unfortunately, later that same day, james caught you shouting at the very same student, defending a muggle-born slytherin. he didn't hear what they said, but something shifted in your eyes before you physically shifted, taking on a shit-ton of muscle and pouncing on them. he raced to pull you off as you bellowed at them, wordless and angry, before a professor raced over and helped him. you were dragged off to detention for a week and the slytherin dealt with a broken jaw and black eye as punishment for calling the student you had defended a mudblood. (james only felt immense appreciation for you afterwards. he'd never seen you spark like that before, and he'd never seen you look so undeniably hot.)

it was an incredibly comforting conversation between the three of them when sirius had audibly expressed just how attractive you were. james and remus were quick to agree, and it grew to them admitting to each other their collective feelings for you. but with it suddenly out in the open, none of them knew how to interact with you anymore. the previously friendly touches now felt charged, every glance your way was longing, and none of them knew how to manage it.

it didn't help that you seemed to be pulling away from them either, flushing and quickly making your way out of most of your conversations with them. they thought they were scaring you off. in reality, you were scaring yourself off.

you felt the exact same as them, but deeply feared ruining one of your few lasting friendships at the school. you began shifting into new faces, new bodies, ones they wouldn't recognize in order to avoid them in the halls. it stung to see them searching for you in class and around school, and it stung more when they gave up. maybe if you avoided them you'd begin to feel normal about them again. (you'd had enough weird for a life time, the few normal things you could have you desperately clung to.)

eventually, they caught onto you. again, there were only so many students at Hogwarts, so seeing a new one every other day during their classes with you? it was a painfully ineffective tactic.

remus caught you one day, lounging by the lake. well, sulking seemed a more accurate word, as you were incredibly glum, despite being relaxed enough to look like yourself. it felt like the first time he'd seen your actual face in years. he called out to you.

you jumped, and turned to run, but he cried out for you to stay. and well, you couldn't deny him. not when he sounded like that. not when he sounded so... abandoned. you cringed as you turned around and he rushed up, grabbing your face, turning you this way and that, filled with worry. he asked if you were okay, if you'd been hurt, if they'd hurt you somehow, and why in godric's name were you avoiding them so much-

and gently, you grabbed his wrists to still him, opening your mouth to... to what? comfort him? lie and say you were fine? no words escaped you as remus realized what he'd done and quickly pulled his touch away from you, a flush spreading across his cheeks. (he nearly didn't notice how you'd deflated as he stepped back.)

an awkward, pained grin crossed his face as he looked at you and whispered to you, "where'd you go? what happened to... to us?"

you very nearly broke down in tears right then and there, sucking in a sharp breath as you tried to prepare for losing them. that could be the only possible resolution to all this mess, and you'd be on your own. again. that was fine. you began to speak again, before a shout interrupted you.

james barreled past remus to give you a bear hug so forceful he actually tackled you to the ground. sirius was not far behind him, slipping a hand around remus's side and leaning into him, relaxed at finally seeing you.

a few tears slipped down your cheeks as you hugged james back, who only held you tighter, shouting that you could never leave them alone again. "we all love you too much to lose you ever again, so don't ever get lost, okay?"

you chuckled softly, more tears escaping as you buried your face into his neck. your laughter quickly boiled over into quiet sobs, shakily asking, "love, huh? that's- that's an awful big word, you- are you sure you love me?"

"love you? dove, we're plain obsessed with you-" james finally pulled back, shaking your shoulders then cupping your cheeks. "don't cry lovie, why are you crying?"

"because you don't- you don't love me the way i love you."

james tilted his head at you, deciphering your words, before your true meaning hit him like a truck. he grinned, whispering a quiet "fuck it" before shoving completely into your space and smashing his lips against yours. his glasses went crooked and you gasped into it, and there was some teeth clashing from how much james was smiling, but it was wonderful.

when he finally pulled back, panting and gleefully laughing, you could hear sirius's wolf-whistle and remus's shocked chuckles. you quickly looked between all of them, completely shocked before locking back onto james.

"you- you kissed me."

"sure did, dove."

"did," you glanced between all of them again, now keeping your eyes on sirius and remus as you leaned towards james and whispered, "do all of you want to do that?"

james somehow grinned even brighter. "sure do, dove."

"oh."

you felt your cheeks become ridiculously warm as sirius plopped beside you two, dragging remus down with him and smirking at you the entire time. you shyly smiled at him as he leaned over and smacked a kiss to your cheek.

"how- how long have you all been- how long have you felt this way?"

"long enough dove," remus said, leaning over and pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead before smiling down at you.

"certainly long enough."

i'm begging someone to request more metamorphmagus!reader, especially gender queer or otherwise. (i'll probably still write it even if you don't though, lol) i will also be writing more magizoologist!reader! just smth about a reckless partner that the marauders just can't keep track of... <3

#poly!marauders x you #poly!marauders x reader #marauders reader insert #marauders x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #james potter x reader

[merakiui]

AAAAA ok so. You're one of my favorite authors here on Tumblr and slkssnlssksn I'm so nervous waaaa thanks for taking your time to brainrot with us <3 I'm in love with your writing and your delicious concepts and how you execute them oh god and when you write about stinky greasy incel Idia OK I'm gonna stop and actually order aaa

Can I please get assorted macaroons with a lacy lingerie along with a hint of sea salt caramels and a finishing touch of a pineapple parfait with Floyd and Jade, together? Something sweet and cute but with a lingering feeling of uneasiness <3 Hope it's well-ordered! Please and thank you very much!! 🥹

yandere!jade leech x (gender neutral) reader x yandere!floyd leech cw: yandere, unhealthy relationship/behaviors, drugging, implied captivity, brief mentions of implied nsfw, obsession note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ᴊᴀᴅᴇ ʟᴇᴇᴄʜ & ꜰʟᴏʏᴅ ʟᴇᴇᴄʜ

☆ Your “wedding” was unofficial, a quiet ceremony without an audience. Jade dressed you for the occasion, prettying you up as if you were a doll. You certainly felt so as you watched your reflection in the mirror, drifting in and out of a daze. Floyd poked at your shoulder to rouse you, giggling about his “sweet, sleepy Shrimpy.” When the wedding bands were slid on your ring fingers—the left for Floyd and the right for Jade—it became official. They kissed you on both cheeks and promised you a future filled with love and happiness. You couldn’t protest; there was no room for such a thing, not when Floyd’s mouth was already closing over yours.

☆ The first five days are for Floyd, and the next five will be Jade’s. They planned it together, all with your and their shared interests in mind. The first five days of your honeymoon are spent at a tropical resort. You delight in local cuisine and beautiful sights, allowing the twins to hold your hands while you walk between them. They spoil you rotten, buying all sorts of clothes and jewelry to add to your wardrobe, trinkets that catch your eye, sweets you seem to fancy. Money has never been an issue, which is why everything feels so grand and lavish. You’re taken to the beach, to a quiet, desolate strip that few tourists know of. Towels are laid out; an umbrella is propped. Floyd drags you towards the sea, eager to shed his human form and swim with you. Jade reads in the shade, occasionally glancing up from his book to watch you.

☆ As the sun shifts through the sky, you tire yourself out. Between swimming with Floyd, sunbathing alongside Jade, and indulging in a picnic with both, you’re plenty sluggish by the day’s end. They snap your picture just as you feel yourself falling, giggling to each other about how cute you look. The twins intend to capture many of your best (and possibly worst) moments during the entirety of this honeymoon. When the secret contents of your lunch catch up to you and render you sleepy, you assume it’s just the result of a long day sapping your energy. It makes you pliable, has you dragging them into bed when you’re oscillating between slumber and wakefulness. The camera shutters, capturing you curled up against Floyd in bed—perfectly, peacefully asleep.

☆ The twins take turns cooking for you. Mornings are for Floyd. He prepares all types of breakfasts, all with your favorites. You think he has too much fun in the kitchen because some meals are decorated cutely—pancakes looking like cats and bears and fruit cut into stars and hearts. Jade takes care of lunch and snacks throughout the day. They work together on dinner. It’s a guarantee that you’ll always feast on delicious meals regardless of which twin cooks. Strangely, the meals are so delicious that they leave you sleepy or, in some cases, achingly hot. The twins take good care of you whenever this happens. Maybe something just didn’t agree with your stomach… It’s nothing to worry about. They’re here for you.

☆ As the days wear on, you find yourself swamped in love. Whether you’re enjoying mornings down at the beach, exploring and shopping in town, touring popular destinations, or enjoying drinks on the balcony at sunset, the twins are always by your side. Floyd clings, his arm perpetually wrapped around your waist. Jade likes to slide his hand into yours, holding it with such a gentle fondness. He kisses your knuckles softly, eyeing the rings on your fingers with a pleased smile.

☆ Jade booked quite the quaint cabin for his half of the honeymoon. For the next five days, the three of you will see endless, sprawling pines from your spot in the mountains. He’s got a vague itinerary in mind, but it’s subject to change as you get through these five days. Surprises are more than welcome. The cabin is so cozy, equipped with all the necessities for a trip such as this one. It even has a fireplace. Jade is much too eager to gather and chop firewood even though it’s already supplied.

☆ He takes you out on hikes through the woods, pointing out flora and fauna as you encounter them. His eyes are sparkling the entire time. Floyd’s not as into it as Jade is, but he does enjoy walking alongside you and taking pictures of your most candid moments. You’ve been feeling groggy ever since breakfast, so you’re not nearly as alert as you usually are. Floyd takes this as his opportunity to snap your photo when you least expect it and to steal quick kisses. Jade thinks it’s so cute that you can hardly keep your eyes open. He promises the lot of you will turn around and head back after he gathers just a few more mushrooms for tonight’s dinner. You’re lying down for a nap by the time you make it back, the sun dipping below the horizon. You think you feel the bed depressing under Jade’s weight, his hands ghosting over your clothes to help change you into something comfortable. You let it happen.

☆ This place is oddly isolated. The locals are sweet, though. When Jade tells them you’re here on honeymoon, they all smile and tell you to have fun, to enjoy these special moments, to feel lucky that you have two husbands who adore you so very much. You thank them with a pleasant smile. Jade and Floyd keep their hands on you beneath the table during lunch. Even if you wanted to say something, you couldn’t. They make sure of that. And if you seem paranoid, they wave it off casually. Jade tells anyone who asks that you just love the variety of mushrooms here, especially the fun kinds. You’re not sure what he means until much later when you’ve digested your meal and your vision blurs. Jade’s there to steady you before you can fall over, petting your head in that affectionate way and cooing at you to calm down. It’s your honeymoon. You deserve to relax. His sharp, overly sweet smile is all you see in your dreams.

☆ Honeymoons are especially exciting because they come with amenities fitting for the occasion. A complimentary bottle of wine, luxury chocolates, condoms… Floyd tosses that last one aside. You won’t need them. If you insist on using protection for whatever reason, Jade will ease your worries with a placid smile. He’ll indulge your request. He wears one, yes, but then it’s not a guarantee that this one hasn’t been tampered with in some way. You’ll never know. Floyd’s a bit more difficult to convince. He adores cumming inside and then felching it out of your slick hole. You shiver through it all, clawing at the sheets as you melt beneath them. Your husbands pamper you excessively, so don’t think about anything and just enjoy yourself.

☆ The mountains are peaceful. Unlike the tropical paradise you previously came from, things are slower here. You enjoy watching the sunrise cut through the trees in the mornings, sitting at the window with Jade and Floyd. You sleep late into the afternoon, sandwiched between both of them. Floyd’s an early riser, so breakfast is always waiting for you when you and Jade eventually wake. It’s quiet bliss. You sit and sketch nature alongside Jade in the afternoon, who adores every little line you make with your pencil. He tells you so, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth when you pout and insist his is better. There’s no competition here, and even if there was he will always love yours more. When night falls Floyd prepares a campfire. You roast marshmallows for s’mores. Floyd dances around the firepit, singing gleefully and pulling you up from the log to dance alongside him. Firelight reflects off of your rings. It’s a wonderful honeymoon.

#yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere jade leech #yandere jade leech x reader #yandere jade x reader #yandere jade #yandere floyd leech #yandere floyd x reader #yandere floyd #tw: drugging #lunar love hotel 2023

[fairytale-poll]

WINNER ANNOUNCEMENT POST!!!!!!!

Before I get into the winners, I want to thank everyone who participated in Cinderpoll!!! Everyone who wrote propaganda, who sent asks and wrote comments in the reblogs, even if you just voted thank you for making Cinderpoll as fun as it was! It couldn't have happened without you <3

Now, onward to the winners!!!

The first congratulations will be to the winner of the Mod's Choice poll: Hatsune Miku from Various Songs!!! The Mod's Choice poll is less popular than the main tournament or the loser's bracket, but it's important to me, so it's on here. Here's to Miku Miku!!!

(Technically the Mod's Choice poll is still open at the time this announcement is made, but it looks like she's winning and it's almost done and if it changes I'll edit this post)

The next congratulations is a bigger one. It's the winner of the loser's bracket, Brandy as Cinderella in the 1997 adaptation of Rodgers & Hammerstein's Cinderella!!! Many thought she was done dirty when she lost in Round 1 of the main tournament, so I'm glad she was able to take this reward at least. You know what they always say, it's possible! :) Congratulations Brandy as Cinderella, you defined a generation!

Now we're onto the winners of the main tournament.

We have the two bronze place winners. In 3rd place, we have two popular characters-- one of which I feel as though very few expected to get here. That one was of course Mofurun as Mofurella from Mahou Tsukai Pretty Cure! But that cute little teddy bear, who I have been told is transgender, did it! She made it to the podium through the power of being a cute teddy bear! The other 3rd place winner is Missy Piggy as Lady Holiday from The Great Muppet Caper. The beautiful and talented diva herself, is it no surprise that she made it this far? Honestly, if she was here, she'd probably karate chop me not for giving her the gold (and that's why we love her). Congrats bronze medalists :)

Here is the big one! The runner-up!

It is none other than Cinders from Once Upon a Time (in Space) by The Mechanisms. Cinders had a lot of energy going into the tournament, as she was the second-most submitted character and another Once Upon a Time (in Space) character got runner-up in the last tournament, and she defeated some other big names in the tournament including Cinderella from Into the Woods and Linh Cinder from The Lunar Chronicles (who was the most submitted character). Her fans were passionate and campaigned for her fiercely, and with that, she landed all the way up to the runner-up!!! A very high honor indeed, congratulations Cinders!!! Not bad for a character who doesn't have any official art of her.

There is one character, however, that managed to drum up even more support than Cinders from Once Upon a Time (in Space).

The gold medalist, the winner of Cinderpoll, Tumblr's certified favorite Cinderella, and the unofficial official best Cinderella--

CONGRATULATIONS TO ELLA OF FRELL FROM ELLA ENCHANTED!!!!

I am more than pleased, as Ella of Frell was one of my favorite (if not THE favorite Cinderella in the tournament), and I am so glad that so many other people loved this book. Honestly didn't expect her to make it this far, much less win! I encourage all of you to read it if you enjoy reading! :) Good job Ella, you deserved the gold!!!

Once again thank you everyone for a great poll! I'll start submissions for the next one sometime in the next week.

#cinderpoll #winner #hatsune miku #vocaloid #brandy #cinderella #rodgers and hammerstein's cinderella 1997 #rodgers and hammerstein's cinderella #miss piggy #lady holiday #the great muppet caper #the muppets #mofurun #mofurella #mahou tsukai prettty cure #cinders #once upon a time in space #the mechanisms #ella enchanted #gail carson levine #fairytale #poll tournament #tournament winners #long post

[a-forbidden-detective]

What to do in Kamakura: the sightseeing guide or something…

The Kamakura Station, real and the manga versions

It is said to be less than an hour from Tokyo by train and one of the ancient cities in Japan along with Kyoto. Because of the countless shrines and temples, it is called the Kyoto of the East.

So where do you think the gang is going for a sightseeing ?

1) The Great Buddha of Kamakura. The Amida Buddha, which “referred to in Sanskrit as Amitabha Tathagata—the Buddha of Limitless Light, sits upon a lotus pedestal with his hands forming the mudra of meditation,” stands 11.4 meters on the grounds of Kotokuin Temple.

2) Hase Temple. It is said to the temple of the Jodo sect, one of two old sects that brought Buddhism to Japan, and in there resides the “famous eleven-headed statue of Kannon, the goddess of mercy.”

3) Enoshima is an island that has shrines, an aquarium, caves, an observatory tower and a beach that is very popular during summer where surfers like to go.

Searching for possible Lunar New Year festivities in Kamakura city owing to the many Shinto shrines and Buddhist temples located there, I encountered this passive aggressive information on this unofficial website.

Hari kuyo {hah-re-koo-yoh} at Egara Tenjin, 8th February

Hari is literally a needle, and Hari Kuyo is a memorial service in honor of used needles just like the Fude Kuyo (calligraphy brush memorial service). Nowadays, young women do not use needles, nor do they know how to sew. Until a couple of decades ago, however, needles had been one of the most important tools women had to use. Sewing is a technique required of women to master before marriage. The memorial service for needles was thus started years ago and it is still honored in various shrines.

I’ve heard of the funeral rite and a Buddhist temple for discarded dolls in Kyoto, but broken needles? Fascinating. This is in keeping with their animist tradition.

Source

#kamonohashi ron no kindan suiri #kamakura #ron kamonohashi #totomaru isshiki #akira amano #chapter 120 #chikori monki

[ask-the-amph-greater-universe]

On June 1st, Antumbra’s Kiillcode spends about half the day with Antumbra. But then, around 3 PMish, he just shows up at the support group with birthday gifts for everyone. (Unofficial adoption)

For Cygnus, there is a huge soft weighted and heated blanket. All that exposed endo can’t be comfortable, so a present to make him feel more comfy. It’s custom made in Cygnus’ colors, but if he says a keyphrase (magical enchantment) it can change to a starry sky pattern or to Lunar’s palette. He wasn’t sure if Cygnus would actually be comfortable using or letting other people know about the Lunar palette, so he discreetly handed him the instructions in the birthday card.

Rigel gets a motorcycle. Everything about getting it and bringing it here was difficult. It was also manually modified using his rarely used tech knowledge from Moon to be used with four arms. And comes with a helmet fitted for Rigel’s rays.

Antares gets a magic book Killcode wrote himself, including detailed descriptions of what each spell does, the worst outcome of messing it up, the best conditions for practicing, and how to tell you’ve mastered it. His Moon memories tell him that Lord Eclipses usually steal all the magic in the world, so he figures Antares could use some actual magic training. That way he doesn’t have to rely on his damaged Star.

Black Star gets a plushie of Killcode that says phrases like “I love you son”, “I’m proud of you”, or “No matter what anyone says, you’re a good man” when squeezed. Also another hug, and Killcode saying every single phrase he loaded into that doll to him himself. Naturally this gift is given in private, he doesn’t want to embarrass Black Star.

His own Backup Eclipse gets a body. He personally built his eldest son a whole new body so he doesn’t have to keep using Solar Flare, based on the old VTuber model from og Eclipse’s October takeover. It’s not just a birthday gift, it’s also another apology for the computer thing. He’ll even let Black Star check it over to prove he didn’t add any failsafes or trackers or anything. Just a monitor that will alert him if Eclipse is in danger.

The unofficial adoption has began!

Cygnus at first doesn't show any appreciation towards the blanket. Shoving it off in his typical fashion. Although he will bring it to his room. (Which I have decided is Monty's room) where he will happily use it behind the closed curtain. It is kind of nice to have something to cover up all that endo. Plus he finds the color change enchanting. It's a cool side feature.

Rigel is overly excited for the motorcycle. Definitely not hiding his excitement at all. He is definitely ready to take it for a joyride out in the pizza plexus parking lot. In this star holder Glam Rock Freddy world there is at least wildlife still around. So he's definitely going to have some fun on the old abandoned roads.

Antares is thankful for the book. While he has some spells he memorized that utilize the star. There isn't many spells nowadays that don't use the star. He's had to leave magic mostly behind because of the damaged state of his star. With freeform spells though, He doesn't have to worry. He will tell kill code that this is a very well placed gift.

Black Star is thankful for the plushie. It's definitely something that only stays in his room and he will keep it private. But he very much enjoys to just kind of walk in there, take a break, and squeeze the plush. The hug is nice. He isn't sure how to feel about Autumbra's kill code. Given that they are not attached to Blue Moon in any fashion. He can't quite say they're ignoring him.

I'm sure Autumbra's backup eclipse will enjoy the gift. Black Star will definitely check it for any mischievous stuff. The warning of danger he leaves though. Kind of expected it at this point. He hopes the backup will let him transfer over and give solar flare his body back. Telling him it will honestly be better for his growing sentience.

#Black Star support group #Cygnus #Antares #Rigel #Black Star #Antumbra #Autumbra's kill code #Autumbra's backup Eclipse #I do not remember this AU's name

[gingerale2017]

Morning Haze

Fluff without a plot Words: 2k Pairing: Cinder Linh x Kai Fandom: The Lunar Chronicles Setting: A couple years after Stars Above Warnings: None Ao3 Link <3

Cinder was having trouble keeping her eyes open. The more she read about the new regulations on Public Hover Transportation, the more her eyelids felt inclined to close and never open up again. But she read on and barely managed to understand the basic changes the company made. Each blink became tortuous enough that she threw her port across the bed and chose to read the article in her mind, eyes closed.

It wasn’t much better. She realized that it wasn’t her eyes protesting the absence of sleep, but it was her brain refusing to think.

‘This is important’ Torin had said when he sent a the article to her and Kai earlier, ‘PHT hasn’t changed their rules since it was made back when Kai’s grandfather ruled. They have made many changes unofficially since then but now they needed to make an official document on how they would behave toward those who don’t follow their protocal. Recent technology, I believe, is their stated cause. Along with security purposes.”

‘So it contains their responce to people who don’t use the Bio-Lock?” Kai asked, though he knew the answer.

“Yes, but it’s mostly focused on Lunars. They are worried about one of the unlocked Lunars manipulating and hijacking a public hover.”

Of course it’s about Lunars, Cinder remembered thinking. Ever since Garan’s invention came out into the world, every major company changed something about themselves. As Queen, she had to read each article since it regarded her subjects (and each one always gave her a headache).

She thought she’d seen the last of those papers when her reign ended but they keep popping up again. Most of them had already changed their rules when the Bio-Lock was first introduced, except for a few like PHT, but they were minor companies and she didn’t need to read them.

The articles she read before were all the same and easier to understand. But this article had her reading and re-reading each sentence so it made sense. It might be the lack of sleep and how this day would never end, but she just couldn’t read this paper.

“Are you awake, love?” Cinder's eyes flew open immediately.

Kai had been inspecting her face for who knows how long. His fingers lingered on her elbow and she wondered if she was tracing her arms. He had a habit of tracing her figure while she slept and sometimes she’d wake up to it (she usually enjoyed it).

He smiled, a question on his lips, and brought her port up to her face, “Might I ask why your port is on the ground?”

His hair was wet from his recent shower, smelling like soap. It was something about this state that she liked very much and--stars, how she loved it. He was so close to her face she could barely focus.

Cinder smiled back, “I didn’t mean to throw it that far.”

He leaned in closer very slowly. Everything is always slow with him. It both excited and irritated her. “Then why was it thrown?”

“I got tired of reading on a screen so I read in my mind.” Her voice got lower the closer he came, “But the writers of that paper are so repetitive and boring.”

Kai lowered the port on her lap and gradually dragged his fingers across her stomach to rest on her waist. His other hand moved up from her elbow, up her arm, shoulder, collarbone, cheek, then dropped parallel to his other hand. All the while he kept coming closer and closer until he was teasing her with his lips.

Cinder’s heart did circus acts in her chest. Her tiredness miraculously vanished and her eyes could only focus on his perfect, beautiful lips. Lips that have tasted hers more times than her cyborg brain could count. Lips that could sway crowds and speak sweet nothings in her ears. Lips that she has met with her own almost every day. Lips that she would rather drink sewage water than live without.

Kai crept on top of her, taking his time while pretending to not notice the way he was driving her crazy. Cinder wanted to grab and kiss him but she (miraculously) forced herself to be patient.

“What were you reading?” he murmured softly, heading towards her neck.

“You know. The PHT article.” She said, careful to not let her words tremble.

“What part?”

“Uh,” she summoned the article back, “Note 37.”

“Mmm,” Kai’s nose grazed her cheek, then jaw, “The part about Lunars?”

“All of them are about Lunars. But yes.”

She could feel his smile on her skin, “Would you mind reading it to me?”

She sighed, “Note 37: Lunar citizens who do not observe the laws on-,” he finally kissed her neck, “using new technology, specifically the” another kiss, “Bioelectricity Lock-” kiss, “will be asked” kiss, “to leave the public hover-” kiss, “and to not” kiss, “access public transportation-” kiss going upwards, “until they install-” kiss on her jaw, “the lock and show-” kiss on her cheek, “proven records” kiss on the corner of her lips, “of the necessary procedure.”

“Force will be used if someone refuses to leave the public hover, then the hover will trigger an alarm that will notify the nearest Police Station,” he added just as he reached her lips. Still smiling, he tried to pull away but Cinder grabbed his shirt and kissed him.

She kissed him hurriedly, unlike his careful, cautious touches. She was impatient and hasty, digging her fingers in his hair.

They kissed until Kai pulled away with a large grin on his face. Then, he rolled off of her but still held her waist, and dug his face in her neck. He didn’t do anything, just rested there while they caught their breath.

He pulled Cinder closer until she was facing him and pecked her cheek and went up to her lips then her temple. Just like magic, her drowsiness returned and she huddled closer, feeling safe and relaxed in his arms. Not too long after, she fell into a much needed sleep.

~

Kai watched his wife’s body rise and fall. Cinder slept peacefully and deeply. She usually woke up before him (probably due to her internal alarm) and never slept enough.

Recently, Kai had been making sure she had. He would drag himself to bed earlier than usual and drag Cinder along with him.

Proven just last night, this method works.

In the mornings, he would do anything possible to keep her from waking up. If she woke up, he would convince her to not get out of bed yet via whispers in her ear. That either relaxed her or tensed her. It was a 50/50 shot.

This morning, there was no need for whispers or hugs. She slept for such a long time that it was bordering on ‘oversleeping’.

Now, Kai had to wake her up before someone would come looking for them.

He started to stroke her hair, smoothing the fly-aways and curling strands on his finger. Cinder slept facing Kai, her lips upturned just a tiny bit as if she were having a good dream. He wished she was.

He loved her hair, he loved touching it, he loved combing it, he loved pulling it, he loved styling it, he loved everything about it. More he loved her skin, face, lips, eyes, hands, legs, feet, nose, etc. He loved everything about her.

Cinder began to wake, her face twitching slightly. She opened her beautiful brown eyes, covered in a morning haze. She smiled when she saw Kai staring at her. Her lips were touched by magic. She looked ethereal in this sun, absolutely wonderful. He couldn’t believe that she was his, forever tied together, even now after their marriage. Though, it didn’t feel like it would go away in an instant anymore. Now, they could their time loving each other,

“Good morning, my love.” He murmured, kissing her forehead.

Still smiling, she stretched her arms out and looped them around his neck, “Good morning.” She yawned and shut her eyes again.

Kai pulled her closer so her head could rest on his chest. She sighed deeply and stilled for so long that he began to wonder if she fell asleep again.

Instead, she spoke, “I slept a full six hours. My system is telling me to keep it up to be healthy,” he could feel her face scrunch up, “I can’t remember the last time I did that.”

“How was it?”

“Very nice.” Her fingers slowly traced the length of the back of his neck, occasionally curling around strands of his hair, “I dreamt.”

“Oh really?” he asked.

“Yes. About us,” she smiled then with her eyes still closed.

“A good dream I hope,” it was more of a question. Sometimes, more often at the start of their relationship, she would whimper and twitch in her sleep. Sometimes she woke up in sweat and sobs. It hurt Kai to see her get hurt even by her own mind. He would hold her and kiss and remind her that he was here. That he would take care of her and love her until he can no longer breathe. His deepest confessions of love for her were admitted while she was unconscious and hurting. He’s revealed many of them since their wedding though.

“Yes. A very good dream.” She whispered.

“About...?”

Cinder opened her eyes, “Spending our day together. But we weren’t rulers of a country. We were normal and maybe the only people in the world,” she paused, frowning, “I don’t remember anyone else.”

“What did we do?”

“Mmh, kiss, talk, eat, talk, kiss, kiss, and more kissing,” she leaned in as if she was going to kiss his neck. Stars, he hoped so, “I liked that part.”

“I’m sure you did. I’m a good kisser, even in your dreams,” he smirked.

“How would you know? You’re not in them.”

“Intuition, my love.”

She humphed, “You’re just cocky.”

“If I’m ‘just cocky’, then why do you like it so much?” If only she could blush.

Her fingers froze in his hair. She pulled slightly back so she could see him and made a failed attempt at an annoyed face. It was very endearing.

“Because you’re my husband. I don’t think we would be married if I didn’t like it.”

“So you married me for my kissing skills?”

She rolled her eyes, “Yes, Kai.”

“Wowwww Cinder, I didn’t know I married someone so superficial,” he teased.

“Pay more attention.”

“I didn't know you only liked my kisses!” he exaggerated as she slowly pulled him closer, hands still in his hair.

“Among other things,” Cinder muttered while slightly biting her lip. He couldn’t help but stare at the nibble wanting to do that himself. This habit of hers was something he loved since the very day he met her. More often than not she didn’t realize she was doing it but when she did notice she would use it to tease him. And it drove him crazy every single time.

He wondered if she was doing it on purpose right now, in fact.

He pondered just grabbing her and kissing her or playing the waiting game. Meanwhile, her fingers, her beautiful miracle-working fingers, provoked something inside him. The need to kiss her (anywhere, everywhere) grew with the twist or pull of his hair, and when they swirled around his bare neck.

He stared at her as she reached his chest and then up his shirt. She leaned towards him, her hand in his hair tightening and digging itself deeper. Her mouth touched his neck.

Cinder kissed him gently, while he held her waist and brought her as close as he possibly could. He sighed pleasantly.

This was one of Kai’s favorite parts of married life. Waking up holding her every morning, kissing her temple, watching her sleep (if he was lucky enough to wake up before her). He loved it. It was peaceful and relaxing. Full of admiration and coziness. He felt like they were regular people here, waking up in the same bed as regular couples do. Like her dream. He never thought of meetings or the upcoming events of that day in these moments. Only Cinder. But she was the one who always brought it up.

As if on cue, she pulled away from him, her brow furrowed.

“What’s up?” he asked in a lazy tone.

She sighed, “Ugh. We have a meeting on the PHT article today and I can’t remember anything.” Sadly, she pulled her hand away from his chest. What a drag. He liked the feeling.

“Neither can I. But it seems you have the advantage, my love.” He twirled a lock of her hair, “Unlike our unremarkable brains that have to memorize, you get to pull it up on will.”

Cinder rolled her eyes, “Stop complaining."

"What? I was simply noting how awesome my wife's brain is."

"You're so corny." She pushed him off of her and rolled off the bed.

"Yes, but you secretly love it." He sat up, "Admit it."

She walked over to the foot of the bed, "It wouldn't be much of a secret if I did." Then she disappeared inside their giant bathroom to get ready for the day.

Kai plumped back down with a large smile on his face. Good stars, how did he end up here, with her? How did he land someone so perfect? Yes, they had their arguments. Yes, they annoyed each other sometimes. But their relationship felt like a gift from the universe itself. In a different reality, he would have been married to Levana, or some other girl from a good family without even ever meeting Cinder. He could have died without ever knowing her. But he did meet her at the stall that day and he did fall in love with her. She fell in love back. The situation was and is perfect.

As the morning haze painted his features, he contemplated his life and future with Cinder. He was excited about more mornings and late afternoons with her. To convince her to go to sleep and to wake her up. To kiss her every day to their heart's content. They had time, plenty of time, and he planned to not waste any of it.

If only this morning haze lasted forever.

A/N: I'm backkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk (no promises)

Tagging: @just2bubbly @cinderswrench @cindersassasin @greenalmond @the-wee-woo-royal @deprivedmusicaljunkie @crescentchat @notjacinclay @wheresmymom-imlost @salt-warrior @rapunzelfromthemoon @briggycat @impossiblesuitcase @kaider-is-my-otp (these are for my kaider ONLY fics so please ask if you want to be tagged or removed <;3)

#kaider #tlc #kaider fic #tlc fanfic #queen selene blackburn #emperor kai of the eastern commonwealth #the lunar chronicles #prince kai <3 #emperor kai <3 #cinder #kai #this fic took me forever #but i'm out of my writer's block? #i think??????????? #idk #is that a thing?? #whatever #cinder slays #love cinder forever #mwah #this is #empress cinder #tht era #love this era #she's FINALLY happy #just let the children be happy #please ignore grammar

[crow-posting]

(For all the crew!!!)

Do they celebrate their resurrection day? If so, how? If not, why?

Do they celebrate any holidays? - @mantleoflight

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1. Do they celebrate their resurrection day? If so, how? If not, why?

The Awoken Brigade:

RZ-3 doesn't celebrate, but only because both he and Ori [his Ghost] forgot the exact day. 😅 He does, however, celebrate "Found Light Day," which is the Vanguard's version* of a shared birthday (similar to Tết).

*(Found Light Day is a headcanon, just fyi.)

Takara celebrates her resurrection day like it's a birthday. She doesn't invite a lot of people but she goes all out with food, desserts, and decor. The activities usually start out as high energy (eg really competitive Uno) but always devolve into something low-key, like movies. Truthfully Takara is happy with doing whatever as long as she gets to spend time with her loved ones.

Avraam doesn't celebrate his resurrection day, as he hasn't even got a death certificate from the Reef. It just feels awkward to celebrate his resurrection when people refuse to admit that he died in the first place. RZ-3 and Takara did throw him a living wake, however.

Riley doesn't celebrate his resurrection day for similar reasons to Avraam. The Reefborn keep "volunteering" information about Arsträd [his past self] and it's really uncomfortable for him. But he does enjoy Found Light Day and hopes to have parties like Takara at some point!

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Fireteam Nike:

Bai was resurrected in the Dark Age, so he had little time or reason to celebrate such an event. Nowadays he holds a simple celebration around the time he was rezzed (he knows the week but not the day), by eating long noodles - to cherish his new life - and burning incense - to honor his old one.

Duane's resurrection day is too painful for him. Although he doesn't regret being a Guardian, he was the only known Spartan for the longest time and felt severed from everything he had ever known. His resurrection day reminds him of all he's lost and/or set aside for the sake of protecting humanity, so he tends to avoid it as much as possible.

Usad's resurrection day fell on Leap Day, so he chose a completely different day, June 21st, to celebrate it. Since coming to the Last City, he likes to joke that Solstice is his personal party, and usually participates in all festival events.

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2. Do they celebrate any holidays?

The Awoken Brigade:

RZ-3 celebrates every Last City holiday to some extent. Crimson Days, Revelry, Solstice / MoT, Festival of the Lost, Dawning - you name it, he's there. However, he only does the bare minimum for Guardian Games as he finds the competitive event "boring" and "tedious."

Takara will casually take part in most Last City holidays/events, but she really only celebrates Dawning. She isn't sure why, but the general atmosphere speaks to her more than any other holiday or celebration. The "New Year" part of Dawning is her favorite.

Avraam has come to despise Night of Ascents, as The Night reminds him that he chose to stay in the Reef instead of helping Earth as originally planned. He has no opinion on other Awoken holidays, but is intrigued by Day of Arrivals*, an unofficial Earthborn tradition of acknowledging the Awoken who broke away to help humanity. As for Last City holidays, RZ-3 and Takara have pretty much dragged him into every activity at least once, "just so he knows what it's like."

*(Day of Arrivals is also one of my headcanons.)

Riley hasn't been around long enough to decide which holidays he wants to celebrate regularly, but he has observed both Night of Ascents and Dawning! He thinks he would like Revelry and/or Solstice if given the opportunity.

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Fireteam Nike:

Bai celebrates a mix of Old Earth and Last City holidays, including Lunar New Year (CNY), Mid-Autumn Festival, Festival of the Lost and Dawning. His work as a Cryptarch has led him to research Golden Age holidays as well, such as the Traveler's arrival, but he has no interest in those beyond academics.

Duane doesn't celebrate holidays, but he'll still accept food and/or gifts if offered.

Usad loves Guardian Games but gets frustrated every time by the scoring system. Since he lived with Bai during the Dark Age, he also celebrates Lunar New Year (Tsagaan Sar) and Naadam. (As stated before, Solstice is more like a party than a holiday.)

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Thanks so much for the ask, @mantleoflight!

#destiny the game #destiny 2 #destiny ocs #ask game #ask meme #ask prompt #rp ask blog #oc asks #crow-posting #oc-posting #rp-posting #destiny guardians #the awoken brigade #fireteam nike

[lonestarflight]

Unmanned Saturn IB and V launches and the missing Apollo missions

From left to right:

AS-201 (Apollo 2*): first uncrewed test flight of an entire production Block I version of the Apollo command and service module and the Saturn IB launch vehicle.

AS-203: its mission was to verify the design of the S-IVB rocket stage restart capability. This was important as the stage was needed to boost astronauts from Earth orbit to a trajectory towards the Moon.

AS-202 (Apollo 3*): second uncrewed, suborbital test flight of a production Block I Apollo command and service module.

Apollo 4 (AS-501): first test flight of the Saturn V.

Apollo 5 (AS-204): first fest flight of the Lunar module. Note: this mission reused the Saturn IB intended for Apollo 1.

Apollo 6 (AS-502): the second test of the Saturn V and qualified it for crewed missions to the moon.

*retroactively given.

Missing "missions"

Originally, the mission number scheme for the Apollo program were in 3 digit. The first digit was the launch vehicle (0 = Little Joe II, 1 = Saturn I & Block II variant, 2 = Saturn IB, and 5 = Saturn V). However, the astronauts for Apollo AS-204, the first manned mission of the Apollo program, wanted to redesignate it as Apollo 1. Following the fire that calmed their lives, the widows of those Astronauts requested "Apollo 1" be reserved for the mission their husbands never got to make.

NASA administration decided to change the official Apollo mission numbering scheme for future missions. Flight Administrator George E. Mueller only considered AS-201 and AS-202 as part of the new sequencing (Apollo 2 and 3 respectfully) since those missions carried Apollo Command and Service Modules. Apollo 4 the first to fly under this new numbering scheme.

source

#Apollo Program #Saturn IB #Saturn V #Apollo 2 #AS-201 #AS-203 #AS-202 #Apollo 3 #Apollo 4 #AS-501 #Apollo 5 #AS-204 #AS-502 #Apollo 6 #NASA #rocket #my post

[thinkingnot]

Oh my gosh, that's super cool! I, admittedly, don't know a lot about Vietnamese culture. What all happens at a têt festival? If you don't mind me asking.

ooh so first everyone get like a government issued week off (yayyy!!) but it can vary depending on how much your job/school is

the preparations start about a month or at least a week before, youd have to clean out the entire house, no speck of dust left!!! take out all your furniture and polish them!!! the year shall start FRESH

and also the sticky rice cakes ingredients gotta be dipped in water for a night or two and cooked later, gotta wipe and clean and dry the wrapping leaves, etc, some of us jsut buy store made ones :D (the cookin can take up to 8 hours 💀 or more)

new years eve, according to the lunar calendar (its the 21st this year :D), we have this reunion dinner with our family, we have some funky new years foods like some box shaped (bánh chưng) or cylindrical shaped (bánh tét) sticky rice mung bean cakes <- the former is traditional to the northern part of vietnam while the latter is native to the south, i like banh tet more XD), yellow boiled chicken, rice, sweet sticky rice, pickled veggies (củ kiệu) <- it goes with the cakes mentioned, also caramelized meat and eggs, and some other foods and snacks like candied fruits (including ginger), some roasted seeds (watermelon, sunflower, pumpkin)

worship, pray to ancestors (place a plate of 5 fruits that their names would be a play of word to mean lucky things, i dont know much about those but their are certain fruit you definitely cant put on the plate as it would mean bad omens) - go to temples, pagodas since most of us are buddists, pray there for things you want in the coming year, put some money to support the temple and like to give out more youd get more back, people tend to be really generous around new years

lots of food mentioned above are eaten throughout new years

my family doesnt do this but on the first day of new years youre supposed to visit your dad’s extended family, the second day your mum’s and the third you visit your teachers

young children would go and tell well wishes to their elders after that the elders would hand them lì xì (lucky money) and tell the kids well wishes too, but we mostly focus on free money omg!! you can gather lots and lots of money from all the grown ups

the well wishes would typically be to wish the other to reach 100 years old or more, a lengthy life, to get more money and be prosperous, to have things go their way, to be healthy

you are not to sweep your floor within the first 3-5(?) days of new years (they say that would mean youre sweeping all the new years luck away, it varies for some family the waiting period)

unofficially a tradition, we would play card games (illegal) with real money involve (so illegal, but honestly no cops are going to catch you cuz everyone does it for funsies with the family)

^ card games like tiến lên or a simpler one: xì dách

btw hardcore card players dont make no sense around these time they use complete slangs to talk 💀 the slangs sound like cantonese fr

also people born in the years fitting of the zodiac of the new year will be luckier (i think) like if you were born in the year of the cat you would be lucky this year since its your year!! (they really do tend to gather more money) (when i was twelve i made so much on my year)

an alternative would be to go on vacations (save you the trouble of having to greet some relatives) (but its really pricey to do so)

#tết #hoodie’s moots #hoodie’s ask #boiled onionrings #tết nguyên đán #long post #feel free to ask more questions :D!!!

[writer-and-artist27]

[Image Description: A split-screen traditional colored pencil drawing of two Servants, from left to right being Saber Rama and Caster Nursery Rhyme from Fate/Grand Order. Both smile at the viewer, with the text on the drawing saying, "To Lunar And Carim, My Friends: Happy New Year 2023 <3 - Vy" with the artist's name marked by a tiny aquamarine flower and the drawing's creation date of "12/28/2022" written in the bottom left corner. End Description.]

Because even when the artist tests COVID-positive during New Years (as one last bad thing 2022 has to offer after so much professional job bull), art has to go somewhere. And thanks to three specific references, the artist was able to draw some other Servants for friends. With some details simplified, but that's for resting the artist's hands. Just in time to end 2022 and start 2023.

To @lunarimpact and @partialdignity - this gift is for you two. Thankie for unofficially adopting me and writing for my Chaldea since 2021. 2022 has definitely been a lot more bearable thanks to you two, and I hope this drawing finds you both in good health. I love you both platonically very very much. Thankie for being my friends and I hope we keep being friends for a very long time.

#art stuff #nursery rhyme (fate) #rama (fate) #fate grand order #friend things #gift things #vy says something #artist thoughts

[spacenutspod]

On Aug. 19, at 11:10 UTC, the Russian spacecraft Luna 25 performed a planned orbit maneuver. After an eight-day flight and two orbit corrections, it was parked in a circumlunar  90 by 113-kilometer orbit. It was time to transfer to the pre-landing orbit with the parameters of 18 by 100 kilometers. But something went wrong, and at 11:57 UTC, the connection with the spacecraft was lost and it crashed into the Moon. Mission overview At 12:01 UTC, the first Russian lunar lander performed a rapid unscheduled landing, and a few hours later, Roscosmos informed that problems occurred during the maneuver. On Aug. 20, after a few hours of attempting to communicate with the spacecraft, Roscosmos considered it lost, and moreover, it said that Luna 25 crashed on the lunar surface. Usually, Roscosmos doesn’t confirm its problems unless it must. If there is a small chance to connect with the spacecraft, it will never deem it a loss. This means teams were totally aware that Luna 25 is not in the wrong orbit or in the wrong orientation, but it crashed, and the crash site will be visible to orbiters. Unofficial, but reliable, sources tell note the transfer impulse somehow turned out to be 1.5 times higher than expected. It means according to the calculations of Jonathan McDowell that Luna 25 was transferred to the orbit of -15 by 100 kilometers and therefore crashed into the Moon with a speed of 1.68 kilometers per second.  If it started at 91 x 113 km and was heading for 18 x 100, a 50% overburn would put it at -15 x 100 km (oops). But if it was already halfway down, say starting at 50 x 100 km heading for 18 x 100, then 50% extra gets to 2 x 110 km and it's skimming the mountaintops… — Jonathan McDowell (@planet4589) August 19, 2023 What exactly caused the crash is currently unknown. There are two possible scenarios: a software error (a programmer’s mistake) and a hardware error (the engine failure), with both teams blaming the other. See AlsoLuna 25 UpdatesRussian Launchers ForumNSF StoreClick here to Join L2 What’s next for space exploration in Russia? It was planned that after Luna 25, an orbiter named Luna 26 will be sent to the Moon, followed by another, more powerful lander Luna 27, and a lunar soil return mission Luna 28. **Click here for the Luna-25 mission overview** All these missions were also part of the Russian-Chinese lunar base project (Roscosmos had nothing else to offer, even on paper). And now there are three possibilities for Roscosmos. In Soviet times, many missions were built in pairs. If the first spacecraft was lost for some reason after reaching orbit, it received a “Cosmos-XXXХ” name, and the second one was ready for launch. It was especially important for Venus missions, where the launch window opened not every year. If the first mission launched successfully, its twin was either launched too or served as a test object to test the commands and scientific instruments. Unfortunately, Luna 25 has no twin and no second chance. Artist’s rendering of the Luna 25 lander. (Credit: Roscosmos) The first possibility is to collect all the test models and backup instruments and try to create Luna 25B, a spacecraft very similar to the lost one, to perform its program. The second way is to continue with Luna 26, as if there was no Luna 25 at all. The orbiter is easier, it may perform precise cartography of the possible landing regions for Luna-27. However, none of the current directors will be on duty in the 2030s or later. If so, Luna 26 launch can be expected as planned, in 2027 or (with possible delays) in 2028-2030.  Surprisingly, the fate of the Russian lunar program will depend on Chandrayaan-3. If the Indian lander succeeds, it will not bring Russia credit of the “first country to land on the south pole of the Moon”. That means it will be harder for Roscosmos to receive funding for the new spacecraft. However, if Chandrayaan-3 fails, there will still be an achievement to win, and the Russian government may be more willing to invest. And the third scenario is that the whole Russian lunar program will be canceled, which is unlikely due to Russia’s reputation. (Lead image: Soyuz 2.1a launching from Vostochny Cosmodrome. Credit: Roscosmos) The post Looking past Luna 25’s lunar landing failure: what’s next? appeared first on NASASpaceFlight.com.

#space #astronomy #news #science

[asimplearchivist]

I posted 442 times in 2022

That's 442 more posts than 2021!

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I tagged 442 of my posts in 2022

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𝓒𝓗. 𝓘𝓥 — [𓈐𓊪𓇋𓇋𓅱] (‘𝓱𝓻𝓹𝔂𝔀’ | 𝓼𝓾𝓫𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓭, 𝓭𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓷𝓮𝓭)

𝐂𝐇. 𝐈𝐕 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓.

AO3 | SPOTIFY | PINTEREST summary ☾ ⤏ khonshu is an odd duck, you come to find. pairing ☽ khonshu/singlemom!avatar!reader word count ☾ 12.1k a/n ☽ [header credit] ⤏ whew. only took two months to churn this one out. it’s a bit longer than usual to make up for it. ☽ MASTERPOST ☾ ☾ PREVIOUS CHAPTER ⤎ ☥ ⤏ NEXT CHAPTER ☽

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While once it might have been relatively easy for you to pick up a new schedule in your younger years (as enduring nursing school necessitated rapid alterations of long shifts, forcing students to develop flexibility in times of intense stress to prepare for truly chaotic clinical environments), getting older, going through a divorce, having and raising a baby, returning from maternity leave to a full-time job, and pledging your servitude to an ancient lunar deity all just might excuse you from not adapting as well to such sheer changes of pace as you once might have. However, you couldn't fathom dealing with said situations, as they were, in any other stage nor context of your life—you'd gathered invaluable experience tolerating borderline unbearable levels of insanity in the last decade or so that had unwittingly prepared you for the near endless list of tasks you faced upon waking every day. And while your parents or your ex-husband may have assisted with babysitting much like Lizzie did (though doubtfully so on the latter’s part), their inquisitive natures and close proximity, respectively, would have inevitably resulted in them discovering the true nature of your 'second job' within days of you coming home late.

Lizzie, bless her soul, was as sharp as a tack, so you'd worried about her sniffing out that there wasn't something entirely right about your established half-truth—however, she valued privacy above nosiness, as she didn't get much time nor secrecy to herself during her childhood while growing up with three siblings in a very small home, and therefore she never pried for more information than was given to her unless she thought it to be a point of concern. You had always appreciated her candor, knowing she would not hesitate to let you know if she thought something remiss about anything relating to your general happiness and well-being, as well as her discretion by giving you ample space to breathe. It's part of what had drawn you to her in the first place upon moving overseas, meeting at a social gathering and introduced by a friend of a friend of your ex-husband’s—both her amiability and sincerity resulted in her being your unofficially designated confidant and longstanding best friend. There was virtually nothing she didn't know about you—your family history, childhood, adolescence, college, relationships...everything. You trusted her with your life, and in return she felt safe enough to impart the same level of information she'd never had an opportunity to share with anyone else. The two-way street of complete disclosure had run unparalleled and unblocked for the entire duration of your marriage to your ex-husband, and now beyond it. You didn't even consider your own family as close to you as she was, separated by both time and distance.

Therefore, to keep a secret from her, no matter how small, almost always caused you to feel physically ill—so something as noteworthy (and perhaps as foolhardy) as you sneaking around in the middle of the night planting punches in the faces of street thugs was eating you alive. Your actual whereabouts and the nature of what you were up to rarely came up, as she'd accepted your fib without question, but you feared her noticing the cold sweat that would crop up on your forehead every time she'd ask how your 'secondary shift' went, if anything interesting had happened, or about the increasingly darker semi-circles under your eyes.

It was a vigil of silence you were forced to maintain, however, as you doubted sincerely she could wrap her head around the finer details of your...ah, arrangement. She never had held a candle to anything even vaguely supernatural, despite her mother being an avid believer in tales of the fae folk (though now you wondered if even they weren't tales so much as they could merely be fractionated accounts of real events and interactions that peoples of old had misunderstood). Besides, Khonshu's existence seemed the muted sort—he only appeared to you, never even the ill-to-do ilk he pitted you against. He was your own private specter, but rather than haunting you for trespassing upon his original abode or for desecrating his resting place, he made remarks on how unintelligent your targets were at times, criticized their lack of form and training in whatever sort of blunt, sharp, or projectile-oriented weapon they utilized, and commented continuously on the constant source of perplexity the human race presented to him in general. You found it odd that he was so finitely fixated upon the idea of protecting humanity when he didn't seem to like humans themselves very much.

While Khonshu never griped about you, per se, nor anyone with whom you associated yourself, he seemed to view the general populace of earth with a plain, uncoated disdain that colored his tone whenever he spoke of your fellow man. He was never particularly venomous with his words unless speaking of those who had acted unjustly, but it still puzzled you that he seemed as adamant about humanity's faults in spite of their (admittedly few) positive traits.

Of course, even what little bit of cynicism you felt whenever you dealt with a temperamental patient, or while in the presence of a self-righteous retail client, after passing remotely near enough a news outlet to hear about the unending stream of malice demonstrated by the cruelest and most uncaring of people despite the world still trying to heal from the scarring wounds caused by the Blip, it had been frighteningly easy to slip into a similar callousness, which you had struggled with for quite some time—until Ru had made his way into the world and, subsequently, affixed himself into your life.

You could scarcely fathom the countless things Khonshu must have witnessed throughout the centuries. The wars, famines, pestilences—the innumerable dead and dying. It didn't surprise you that he could be jaded towards life and all of its fleeting, fickle graces. He had been dealt a heavy hand, to live as long as he had and forced to be a semi-passive observer—particularly over the kingdom that had risen from the Nile shores, from quarreling tribesmen to a vast, wealthy, and powerful empire all the way back down to a shackled, colonized, subjugated land. Khonshu's name and image had been uttered, inscribed, and rendered within the homes of the lowest laborers, to the palaces of the highest of kings, to the temples of priests who gave offerings, sang hymns, and recounted prayers for his favor. Nowadays, what vestiges remained of his influence were limited to what reliefs and descriptions had survived erosion from the sands of time, discussed as nothing more than myth and legend when once he had invoked hope and faith in those who called upon him. There was something inherently melancholic to that—a name echoed until it lost its meaning. It made you wonder if he missed his glory days, if he regretted the course of history that had led him to the present, wandering the dark, lonely nights while still clinging to the shadows of his former strength that he had cast against the earth.

...No, you couldn't quite muster any blame toward Khonshu if he was embittered by the current state of things. Not when you weren't entirely happy with everything, either.

Even if any of your idle speculations held merit, however, you still didn't understand why Khonshu remained steadfast in his creed. Humans sucked, yes, and did shitty stuff to other humans. If he were so disgusted with mortals (as it seemed he was), it would make more sense to leave them to their own devices, not continue to toil in the evildoings they wrought.

Your curiosity about your rather mysterious patron had only grown in the last few weeks, in part thanks to your introspection about the inexplicable contrasts of his character. He shared very little about himself personally—any history, memories, or thoughts he shared usually pertained only to the tasks he delegated to you as his avatar (mostly of the brawling variety). You resorted, eventually, to do some research on your own time, reading articles and entries either when getting a rare free moment with Ru during the day or catching up on paperwork in your cubicle at night. Many of the readily available sources contained painfully basic information that sated little of your desire to learn more about him. The more you dug, the more it seemed that there were few consistent, definitive records of him—of course, you realized the lens through which the majority of Ancient Egyptians viewed him would differ from yours as his modern avatar, with an added factor of their civilization spanning the course of over three thousand years, but part of you wished that there was more concrete information on him besides the trivia. He was so much more colorful an individual than that.

Khonshu was the god of night; of vengeance, of protection, of healing. He was an omen of doom to those who wronged others, and a warden of safety to those who had been wronged. He was the embodiment of death and life, of violence and peace, of hurting and healing; as forceful as a tempest and as calm as a breeze. Unforgiving, some had said, spiteful and grudging—others believed he was righteous, just, and nurturing. He was darkness—brooding, ominous, and silent—and he was light—unflinching, all-seeing, and stalwart. He had as many identities as the moon its phases, oscillating as steadily, as gradually, and as inevitably as the celestial body from which he manifested both his power and his identity. 

It was not a stretch to think him indifferent, caustic, and capricious—not by a long shot, based on his outward demeanor—but you felt that not many academics who drolled on about metaphorical epithets understood the most basic aspects of his role. He'd been forced to resort to outsiders' worship for the last two thousand years as the majority—Greece and Rome had absorbed and distorted the knowledge and close interactions with their celestial pantheon the Egyptians had gleaned and recorded over the course of their reign. Perhaps most viewed him with distrust and disdain based on early descriptions of him being a cannibalistic deity. But you had a gut feeling that there was a key piece of information missing, something that would bring into context every errant strand of information that didn't tie together on its own, something he had neglected to share with you. Whether it was an earth-shattering revelation that would rock the earth's perception and understanding of the Kemetic pantheon, however, or something comparatively insignificant...you hadn't the foggiest.

You couldn't find it in yourself to think of him as uncaring, however—not really. He did care, in his own strange, perhaps closeted way. And you knew that because he wouldn't spend any extra time around you—or Ru—otherwise.

His visits, while inconsistent, became increasingly common as you worked to find balance in your new schedule. During the day, you took care of Ru, went to the post office, bought groceries, and cooked supper, among other tasks you helped to conduct. In the evening, you maintained your rounds, charted for your patients, and helped the physicians when needed. During the night, you traveled rooftop to rooftop, stalking through alleyways and gliding over side streets in pursuit of the nocturnal criminals on which Khonshu sicced you. Once the throes of dawn started to tinge the furthermost horizon, Khonshu would direct you home. You would sleep through the early morning, sore and tired, but never injured. He made certain that the armor healed whatever wounds you'd incurred from your scuffles—so no one would question the bruises, you suspected. Avoiding an inexplicable topic of conversation was, likely, for the best.

And throughout the length of your day, Khonshu would occasionally appear. He didn't always initiate conversation, sometimes opting simply to observe whatever menial task you were doing with little to no commentary, but sometimes you were able to coax out a stream of thought from him that otherwise he would never have shared. You counted these instances as victories, even if they might have seemed insignificant. He was knowledgeable despite his infrequent petulance about certain subjects, brimming with stories he seemed reluctant to share. Was he uncomfortable with talking for extended periods of time? Or did he think it unusual that a mortal who'd only known of his existence for several months pressed for such casual interactions? Did he want to be revered and feared, or lauded and worshiped? He didn't seem to demand anything of you other than your service while the moon hung in the sky. Did he find it disrespectful or just too familiar?

There was so much you didn't know about him, about being an avatar, and about being his avatar that only produced more questions whenever he did deign to answer one of yours. You hoped that, over time, he would open up more—that he was popping in without an obvious reason gave you some hope that he might be seeking out your company for the sake of sharing the relative silence in the apartment.

It also became increasingly plain that he did not, in fact, know a damn thing about babies.

He is unable to speak?

"He won't really start talking until he's around six months old—and even then, he'll just be babbling,  not really forming words."

When will he start to eat real food?

"About six months, again."

Is he going to crawl on the ground forever?

"Until he's at least nine months, but not forever."

If it was some sort of undefined, implicit exchange of information—an eye for an eye, per se—he had never said so, but you didn't mind it. You doubted that, even if Khonshu'd had any children of his own (were demi-gods even a thing in Kemetic mythology like they were in the Hellenistic?), perhaps human children were entirely different, as he'd mentioned before. Of course, the myths weren't necessarily fact, as you'd learned—but he hadn't mentioned any offspring, nor any consorts. The numerous recorded translations from temples and the like never indicated any such connections either, other than his parentage and a different god whom he'd replaced.

It provoked conversation, if nothing else, and despite his prickly exterior, you found that you liked talking to him. He had vastly different points of view on the world within which you'd grown, and he offered insight into things that you'd never even noticed nor considered before. You found his cadence, tone, and vocabulary refreshing, his low rasp undeniably soothing (when he wasn’t shouting profanities in a dead language directly into your ear, anyway). Having him there, even if he stayed silent, helped to pass the time—and, incidentally, made you feel a little less alone with your thoughts despite having Ru, Lizzie, and your coworkers around you. You tended to focus on your paperwork and patients to stay on top of the time lost to emergent situations rather than gossip with the other staff members, Lizzie usually was already gone to her office whenever you got up in the morning and only had enough time to eat dinner with you upon returning home, and Ru wasn't exactly much of a conversationalist other than the times he needed food, changing, or a nap.

You kept yourself busy to mute your persistent, whirring mind whenever he wasn't there, however, feeling the need to keep up with every aspect of your life at peak efficiency after spending so much time off. Follow-up appointments with your OB/GYN and Ru's pediatrician to ensure both your and Ru's postpartum recovery continued to progress smoothly, lunch dates with Lizzie when she had particularly frustrating days and needed a break and an open ear, and maintaining the general state of the apartment (cleaning and meal planning, most notably), among other odds and ends, managed to keep you occupied.

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7 notes - Posted December 2, 2022

#4

𝓒𝓗. 𝓘𝓘𝓘 — [𓂋𓎨] (‘𝓻𝓱𝓷’ | 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽 [𝓲𝓷])

𝐂𝐇. 𝐈𝐈𝐈 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓.

AO3 | SPOTIFY | PINTEREST summary ☾ ⤏ the first full moon you share with khonshu is an eventful one. pairing ☽ khonshu/singlemom!avatar!reader word count ☾ 8.1k a/n ☽ [header credit] ⤏ this chapter was a bit of a struggle for me to write, a bit moreso than the last one because i’m actually having to forge the plot leading into the pockets of time passing where i’ll actually have a little more wiggle room as far as ideas should fit in. if it seems a bit choppy, that’s why—writing full-length, continuous fics is not something i’m very successful at maintaining most of the time (looks at the multiple WIPS both in my docs and posted). i’m doing my damnedest to keep this one going, though, because i love this concept and i want to do it justice. ⤏ …can you also tell that I’m atrocious at writing combat of any sort? yeah. ☽ MASTERPOST ☾ ☾ PREVIOUS CHAPTER ⤎ ☥ ⤏ NEXT CHAPTER ☽

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“I’ve accepted a secondary position,” you finally told Lizzie one night over dinner, on the weekend preluding your return to work. Your maternity leave had drawn to a close, and you could no longer completely withhold recent developments from your friend, as your work with Khonshu would only continue to occupy your nights after the end of your shifts. She needed to know that you’d be out until the wee hours of the morning, even if you couldn’t give her the entire reason why. “It’s going to keep me working a lot later than what we’re used to. Do I need to arrange for a sitter? I know Ru can be a lot to handle sometimes.”

Lizzie’s brows rose minutely, mid-chew from the hunk of lamb you’d meticulously prepared in anticipation of dropping the news on her. Once swallowing it down with water, she offered you a tentative smile. “You know I love taking care of him, it’s no trouble at all. But why did you take on more than what you were doing before? Won’t it wear you out?”

“It’s…something of a favor I owe an acquaintance of mine,” you told her, fiddling with your fork as you pried at the roasted chops submerged in sauce. “It’ll be tough, but it’s my responsibility for now. I’ll try to keep you posted on when I’ll be getting home once I get a better idea of what I’ll be doing.” You gave her a firm look. “And I’m serious. I’ll find someone to help with Ru if I need to—I don’t want you to have to stay up all night with him just to turn around and have to go to work the next day. It wouldn’t be fair to you.”

Lizzie said your name exasperatedly, patting your hand. “I promised you I would help, at least until you got back on your feet. You’re still in that process. If this is something you’ve got to do, then it’s something you’ve got to do—no buts about it. Just forgive me if I don’t make it waiting on you to get home, you know I need my beauty sleep.” Then her smile turned wry and she joked, “I just hope you’ll get paid overtime.”

“You’re not going to wait for me all night, either,” you responded, sidestepping. You suspected that service to an ancient deity didn’t exactly come with a pension. “Get as much rest as you can. That tub of lard you call a boss isn’t the forgiving sort if you were to be late.”

“‘That tub of lard I call a boss’ is paying salary, not hourly,” Lizzie replied cheekily. “As long as I get my paperwork done and return any missed calls, I’ll be fine.”

You rolled your eyes. “As I said, I’ll need to see how all this is going to work out before anything definite is decided. Just bear with me if it seems weird, at first.”

“You bore with me all throughout university,” said the ginger, “I owe you the rest of our lives babysitting for that entire mess.”

“You have a point,” you agreed with a nod, reaching for a slice of toasted bread to dunk into the marinade. “...Thank you.”

“I’ve told you a million times by now—you don’t have to thank me.” Lizzie dipped her head briefly, fiery curls bobbing. “But you’re always welcome.”

Rue made his malcontent well known at that point, and you soon had him tucked in the crook of one arm while continuing to eat and discuss the week’s plans with your friend.

Her eyes glittered with amusement, watching the ravenous baby feed for what felt like the tenth time that evening. “He’s never full and you never run out, huh? Most women I know would’ve gone dry by now.”

“I guess I’m blessed,” you replied dryly, taking a moment to brush the downy wisps of hair back from his forehead. “I certainly wouldn’t be able to afford all the formula it would take to keep him going.”

“He’ll probably be seven feet tall by the time he turns sixteen at this rate,” she chuckled. “Leave it to you to have a monster of a baby.”

You directed a smile down at your son, tracing the supple curve of his cheek with the end of your index. “All the better for him to reach the top shelves where I can’t, my dear. Oh, and to kill bugs on the ceiling. And to tote me around when puddles are too big for me to jump over. Not to mention beating off any wayward bachelors with a stick…”

Lizzie’s laughter filled the apartment in response.

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15 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

#3

‘ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓. ’ | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓

AO3 | SPOTIFY | PINTEREST 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 ☾ ⤏ Khonshu possesses as many facets of divine responsibilities as the moon has its phases—a warden of protection and vengeance has been his primary identity for centuries. In addition, one might add, he patrons fertility and childbirth. ⤏ However, fatherhood is another matter entirely. 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 ☽ khonshu/singlemom!avatar!reader 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ☾ dubcon (only in first chapter), cheating/unfaithfulness (not performed by reader), mild mention of sexual intercourse, divorce, labor/childbirth complications (non-graphic) 𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓼 ☽ canon compliant, pre-canon, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, (attempts at) humor, pining, slow burn, strangers to lovers, pregnancy, kidfic

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐂𝐇. 𝐈  ☥ [𓅘𓏏] (‘𝓷𝓗𝓽’ | 𝓹𝓻𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓻, 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱)

𝐂𝐇. 𝐈𝐈  ☥ [𓋩𓏏] (‘𝔁𝓽𝓶𝓽’ | 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽)

𝐂𝐇. 𝐈𝐈𝐈 ☥ [𓂋𓎨] (‘𝓻𝓱𝓷’ | 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽 [𝓲𝓷])

𝐂𝐇. 𝐈𝐕 ☥ [𓈐𓊪𓇋𓇋𓅱] (‘𝓱𝓻𝓹𝔂𝔀’ | 𝓼𝓾𝓫𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓭, 𝓭𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓷𝓮𝓭)

26 notes - Posted July 5, 2022

#2

𝓒𝓗. 𝓘𝓘 — [𓋩𓏏] (‘𝔁𝓽𝓶𝓽’ | 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽)

𝐂𝐇. 𝐈𝐈 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓.

AO3 | SPOTIFY | PINTEREST summary ☾ ⤏ you decide the terms of the pact. khonshu is just bemused enough to allow you to do so. pairing ☽ khonshu/singlemom!avatar!reader word count ☾ 5.8k a/n ☽ [header credit] ⤏ i am…a bit overwhelmed with the warm reception to my idle domestic fantasies (feat. the least domestic character ever written) so far. i was worried i’d come to join the fandom too late lol. thank y’all so much for your words of welcome—moon knight is now my new special niche to escape from daily life and it gives me so many feelings even though i know so little about the lore. but ancient egypt? that’s an old, careworn dress i wear well. a lot of what i expound on here is based on things i know or have read in my reawakening from childhood adoration. (the amount of articles/entries i’ve read about khonshu lately is nuts. don’t at me.) ⤏ this chapter is a bit uneventful, but a little more set-up is a necessary evil. i tried to make it entertaining to compensate, at least. is this how one writes “comedy”? who knows? certainly not me. ☽ MASTERPOST ☾ ☾ PREVIOUS CHAPTER ⤎ ☥ ⤏ NEXT CHAPTER ☽

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Clumsy, slurred introductions when you were half-conscious had at least afforded him to know your name, in the midst of all the chaos that had followed.

After much deliberation (and quite a long time leafing through multiple worn, dog-eared name books with one hand as the other arm cradled the newborn voraciously breastfeeding, lips pursed and brows furrowed in thought), you named the boy Badru for the night he was born, opting to refer to him as 'Ru' whenever you spoke to him in an unwavering, soft and loving tone. It was a fine name; one that pleased Khonshu for the small funnel of energy that it sent him through the child's newly-strung tether—as pale as starlight illuminating dewy spider’s silk, thin and tenuous, but undoubtedly brimming of potential.

You refused to be separated from the babe for any extended lengths of time, and the nurses all shook their heads with amused smiles whenever you reached for him with splayed hands, like a child yourself, to return him to your grasp. "Found the love of her life now, she has," said one to her shadowing intern, smiling all the while. A handful of your colleagues stopped in to greet the newborn and check in on you one by one, gushing about his apparent cuteness.

Khonshu elected not to disturb you for the time being, as you had quite enough on your plate. The doctors could not understand how you had no wounds when it had been plainly obvious you'd lost an alarming amount of blood in the time before the EMTs had picked you up and had rushed you to the hospital; the nurses were astounded at how easy of a time you'd had during the birth itself, with little to no pain and strain despite it being your first. You should have been exhausted, yet you were still awake and alert and ready to face all of the routine post-labor tests and procedures performed for the most part.

You faced an entirely different beast, however, when Lizzie finally arrived half an hour after the fact, as red in the face as the hair piled on top of her head.

("What do you mean you tried to drive yourself?!"

You shrugged. "I thought it would save time."

"The doctors said you nearly bled out on the sidewalk!"

"Just a scratch," you'd returned. "I'm all right."

The ginger had growled and gestured towards the babe still sleeping, blissfully unaware, in your arms. "You're lucky you didn't lose him, too!"

"Lucky, indeed," you'd murmured, eyes glancing around the room and passing right over Khonshu's slumped form on the changing station in the corner. Whether you'd actually been trying to find him, he couldn't say, since you'd already been doing your damnedest to avoid her blazing eyes already.)

The ginger, armed with an overnight bag on each shoulder for the both of you, made herself quite at home in the room despite the tight space and the constant influx of perplexed, curious physicians and assistants. It didn't take long for her to grow tired of all the poking and prodding you'd been wordlessly enduring up until then, shooing them all out when your primary OB/GYN had confirmed that, yes, everything was fine, and there weren't any other required tests to be done. One had let you know she'd be back to check on you and the baby in an hour, and took Lizzie's ire in perfect stride.

"Page me if you need me," she said.

"I will," you responded.

Khonshu eased back into the pale cream sheet rock to the side of the windowsill, fingers drumming on his knee as he rolled his staff in his other hand. He observed silently as Lizzie dimmed the lights, reached through him to draw the curtains shut (and shivering at his presence, despite her conscious ignorance), and settled into the recliner in the corner. "I'd offer to take him, but I know better."

"I'm fine," you told her, leaning into the pillows with your head tipped back. Your eyes were closed, the top of your gown was still draped around your waist, and your skin nearly glowed in the wan shafts of moonlight peeking in through the window. Badru was sleeping soundly, and Khonshu studied the child’s features carefully.

As his blessings had worked before, the child's traits were mostly shared with his mother. A smattering of downy hair on his head matched the strands framing your face, his skin nearly melded where his body was in contact with yours, and his delicate features almost mirrored your own face. He was a healthy weight (perhaps overly so), and thus far no issues had been discovered by the physicians. A miracle, some had whispered, though any Khonshu’s blessings were rarely counted as such anymore.

The moon god’s fingers curled around his staff, the weathered gauze creaking over his knuckles. You were fine, he knew. You were no longer in any danger, thanks to his abilities—he was perfectly able to take his leave.

And yet...

"...He's precious," Lizzie commented after a while, looking up from her tablet. "You couldn't have asked for a better baby, despite everything."

"I agree," you murmured, opening your eyes to gaze down at Ru warmly. "Despite everything."

Khonshu's shoulders tightened, and he finally slipped further back into the astral plane. He had other things to which he needed to attend, and...

...Well. That you had nearly died and were made to suffer by his mistake continued to weigh heavily on him.

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34 notes - Posted July 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

𝓒𝓗. 𝓘 — [𓅘𓏏] (‘𝓷𝓗𝓽’ | 𝓹𝓻𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓻, 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱)

𝐂𝐇. 𝐈 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓.

AO3 | SPOTIFY | PINTEREST summary ☾ ⤏ khonshu hasn’t blessed a child’s conception in centuries. a sincere young woman afflicted by unfortunate circumstances manages to turn his head. pairing ☽ khonshu/singlemom!avatar!reader word count ☾ 9.4k a/n ☽ [header credit] ⤏ um...hello. not me sliding into the pigeon-fucker category at light-speed after hearing his voice the first time. (lying. it’s totally me.) ⤏ this fic was inspired by half-asleep musings at how khonshu would interact with a child, and it quickly devolved from there into a series of vignettes that has given me much more serotonin than a literal mummified birdman should ever have the right nor ability to. ⤏ he’ll definitely be ooc but that’s only because this is the version of khonshu that lives rent free in my brain. (also I promise this ri is not a crybaby. just a lot of shit happens at first and it gets a lot worse before it gets better. plus hormones are a bitch.) ⤏ enjoy. ☽ MASTERPOST ☾ ☾ ☥ ⤏ NEXT CHAPTER ☽

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Khonshu did not typically observe mortals with whom he had no direct interaction; his avatars were normally the only ones to whom he would speak, and he was invisible to the rest of humanity without expending precious energy to project himself fully into the physical realm. It was easiest on nights when the moon was fullest—but even still, doing so cost power he could scarcely afford to waste, given his separation from the rest of the Ennead and their shared domain. He mostly turned his attention to more important matters than the mundanity of common people who did not need his protection.

Not many mortals, especially outside of Egypt, knew about the Ennead in the present day, and even fewer knew about himself and what he represented—a comparatively microscopic fraction of those actually believed in the Ennead anymore outside strictly academic study, as advanced as their science and reason had become in light of faith towards the intangible powers that were. Thus Khonshu received very little power from the mortals themselves; it was partly why his semi-coalescent state appeared as deteriorated as it did. Relying upon the moon from which to draw his power was taxing at best, and the lack of devotion certainly didn't help.

Threads of dedication bound him to those precious few who did indeed call upon his name for the blessings he offered—protection was the most common, as scarce as it was, and vengeance often spurred him (and thus his avatar) to immediate action when his devoted faithful were wronged in any way. The tethers remained dormant most of the time and Khonshu was quick to address them whenever they did reawaken. New threads would appear occasionally, usually in the passing down of tradition from a parent to a child.

It was this reason that made the prayers of the faithful—even those ignorant to their intentions—that much more potent. It gave him an influx of power that he could scarcely contain, lasting for days at a time. Even passing, thoughtless, lofted pleas for assistance with no specific designation towards their recipient caught his attention. Often he blessed them because no other lunar deity would, too prideful to lay claim to the nameless, half-minded prayers. Khonshu had little other choice.

It was in this way that he found you—by pure, unanticipated happenstance.

The whisper tugged at him, nudging against his greater consciousness like the brush of a hand along his spine. The night was waning, the moon was beginning to descend as the sun caused the edges of the horizon to blush, and his avatar trudged through the balcony entrance to collapse face-first, already half-asleep, into the rumpled bed. The armor dissipated with the quietest susurrations of gauze over flesh, and that designated portion of Khonshu's power returned to him in a steady trickle. He ignored the sound at first, forcing the sliding glass door shut and locking it with short, pronounced gusts of air—this human would get killed from negligence, he knew, due to insufferable forgetfulness. It would serve Khonshu little good to have another avatar die so soon after the last, and this neighborhood wasn't the safest.

The weeping was what turned his head.

Plaintive, sincere heartache thrummed along the link steadily winding around his inner being, like white flaxen thread, coiling tighter and tighter until Khonshu could no longer ignore it—not quite sound, but vibrations that resonated like the echo of the more acute feelings stifled by distance. It was a fist lodged inside his chest, clenching, unyielding even while shaky, measured breaths passed through a clamped throat.

Khonshu slipped out of his tentative, semi-physical state, leaving his avatar to sleep the precious few hours before the day's work would begin, and followed the inexorable draw all the way across the Atlantic in the blink of an eye. London stood tall and winked in the clinging dark, midnight cast in a silvery hue from the moonlight streaming down from between the murky, gray clouds. The crescent moon was nearly spilling with light, full in its glow. The majority of the city was sleeping, but he could sense the nocturnal portion of the population still active in different pockets. Khonshu descended where the thread grew taught, settling upon the roof's edge of a hospital's side building, knee propping the arm curled around his staff as the other leg dangled. Ambulances wailed at his back closer to the reception for the ER and EMTs shouted at each other about the unfortunate victim of an automobile accident, but he paid them no mind. The perpetrator had been negligent, and those inside the opposing vehicle he'd struck with his own were only mildly rattled.

Out in the parking lot of the laboratory, the streetlights scarcely illuminated the scarce amount of vehicles scattered around the tarmac. He tipped his head down to peer into a vehicle that looked too old to be road-worthy, the paint faint and peeling, the tires bald and dry. He sat at such an angle that the driver's arms and lap were plainly visible, but her face was hidden. He focused on her trembling hands, the crumpled sheet clutched in her fingers and the teardrops dampening the paper, and leaned forward. Her shoulders were wracked with sobs that rippled through the tether, one golden-ringed hand lifting to smother the sounds he could only feel spilling from her clenched jaw.

No words were uttered—couldn't be, with the intensity of emotion gripping the young woman—but Khonshu could feel the crests of the tumultuous thoughts inside her mind. Typhoons of grief, cyclones of despair, and shockingly potent spearpoints of self-hatred crested and crashed, making her shake in their wake. He could sense the source of her hysteria without any degree of difficulty, as an image of the hospital's nursery filled with swaddled babes sleeping under warming lamps reared embittered and vile like a viper's bite in the back of her mind.

Her crying intensified in response, unadulterated want squeezing her from the inside, and Khonshu slipped off the edge of the roof to rest on the windowsill one story down to get a closer look.

'Test results negative.'

Ah. Khonshu laid his staff across his lap, arms folding over his thighs. He skimmed through the young woman's immediate memories, humming quietly to himself at the flashes of matrimony, of flying overseas, of making a home. Her husband wanted children more than anything, and she wanted to give them to him—today marked two years of continuous trying. Troubles in her marriage had festered to a breaking point in that time—a rotten combination of occupational complications, interpersonal tensions caused by perceived envy, and constant disappointments—and she was terrified of the looming outcome of the results for this "one last try".

Khonshu watched as she wiped the sticky trails of tears from her cheeks, sucking in a series of deep breaths in an attempt to control her emotions. She folded the damaged sheet carefully, tucking it into her purse in the passenger seat, then turned the key over. The vehicle sputtered and smoked and refused to start.

God, he felt, a punch right to his gut. Can this night get any worse?

Khonshu sensed her pain. A long, unforgiving day in the maternity ward, assisting new mothers in birth, filling in for vacancies made by other nurses who failed to arrive for their shifts by working late into the evening. The nursery used to be her respite, her haven of quiet and calm, but the jealous, caustic streak that had long grown lodged under her rib worsened it all. Receiving the blood test results from the sympathetic, knowing laboratory technician after clocking out had sealed the sarcophagus, so to speak.

He had dealt with many ailing, aspiring mothers throughout time. He had stimulated livestock to produce in times of hardship, and he had promoted many births for just, sincere couples desiring families—countless babes were conceived on nights like this one, with bright crescent moons, many of whom had been named after him in gratitude. It was an ability that had always delighted Tawaret to no end, and she had always thanked him profusely for his contributions—but that was before his banishment. He hadn't much cared for the sponsorship of new lives when so many of them grew up to incur his wrath, and what kindness and mercy he'd once had was limited. His exuberant efforts to better the mortal’s lives had reduced him to a shell of what he'd used to be, and though he still dedicated his existence to protecting the innocents, he had little tolerance for anyone else.

This young woman, however…

Khonshu's fingers tightened around his staff, watching her drop her forehead against the steering wheel and let out a short, shrill shriek of frustration—this he heard, piercing his skull and resonating like a broken, plucked string. He winced and slipped from the building altogether to approach the vehicle in a slow, cautious stride.

The bags under her eyes were startling, dark against the otherwise healthy tone of her skin, and the red streaking in her sclerae proved how long she'd been upset—held tightly in the base of her throat until she'd enclosed herself in the semi-privacy of her vehicle. Her knuckles were white around the steering wheel, her face scrunched into a pitiful, agonized expression.

She was a protector and a healer of those most vulnerable in the night, often taking the late shifts to monitor the health of her newborn charges, as well as their weary, recovering mothers. She was an extension of himself and his dogma, even if she was unaware of it. Perhaps this was why her distress had drawn him so strongly.

Khonshu studied her profile carefully, watching as defeat finally settled into the slump of her frame and the sorrow in her eyes.

"...I don't know what to do anymore," she whispered, and with his proximity, the words struck him like blows from a club despite her being completely ignorant to his presence. "I'm begging—I need some relief. Something. Else I..."

She didn't finish the thought. She didn't have to. She let out a long sigh, shaking her head at herself in evident deprecation.

"What're you even doing?" she murmured, tilting her head back to rest against the seat. "No one listens. No one ever does."

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Cold Moon 2022: How to see December’s full Moon in the UK

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Cold Moon 2022: How to see December’s full Moon in the UK

December is one of the best months for stargazers; yes it’s cold, but the rewards at this time of year are plentiful. As we approach the winter solstice, the shortest day, on 21 December 2022, there’s a good chance of spotting a shooting star from one of the meteor showers, while lunar occultation of Uranus and Mars occurs on 5 December, and 8 December respectively.

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Looking towards the northeast just after sunset, you’ll be able to spot Mars at its biggest and brightest before it reaches opposition on 8 December. As it rises, the Red Planet will travel east, and is clearly visible in the early evening sky, appearing as a bright yellow-orange point of light. It’s easy to distinguish among the other planets and stars, so now is a great time to brave the cold for a glimpse of our celestial neighbour.

Make the most of clear skies with our full Moon UK calendar and astronomy for beginners guide. And, in case you missed it, we’ve pulled together the best pictures from the Artemis 1 launch.

When can I see the Cold Moon 2022?

The full Cold Moon will be visible on the morning of Thursday 8 December 2022 in the UK and the northern hemisphere.

The Cold Moon will rise on Wednesday 7 December in the northeast at 3:08pm, and will set the following morning at 8:29am in the northwest, on 8 November 2022 as seen from London (times vary with location).

The weather throughout November has been, well – terrible. So if the bad weather continues to spoil the occasion, or you are unable to see the full Cold Moon at its peak, it will also appear full the night before and after. In London, the forecast is currently for variable visibility with light rain. So there’s a mixed chance we’ll be able to see the Cold Moon this December.

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When is the best time to see the Cold Moon?

The Cold Moon will reach peak illumination at 4:02am GMT on Thursday 8 November, when it will be around 392,995km away from Earth.

Sunrise is at 7:52am on 8 December, so the best time to see the Cold Moon will be between 4am and 7am, as it lingers low on the horizon in a pre-dawn sky. The Moon will slip below the horizon at 8:29am.

The view of the night sky at 04:02am, 8 December 2022 as seen from London © NASA/ESA/ESO/Space Telescope Science Institute/IAU Minor Planet Center/Fabien Chereau/ Noctua Software

What constellation is the Moon in?

Earlier in the month on the 2 December, when the Moon is in its waxing gibbous phase, it will be located around 2.5 degrees south of Jupiter in the constellation Pisces. Then, on the night of full, the Moon will be situated in Taurus, when it occults (moves in front of) Mars in opposition. Later, on 18 December, the Moon will have moved into Virgo, where it will be around 4.1 degrees north of the constellation’s brightest object, a binary star system called Spica.

On Christmas Eve in the evening twilight, the Moon will pass just south of Mercury and Venus. However, as this happens at sunset, it’s unlikely we’ll be able to see the two planets at this time.

On Boxing Day, the Moon will have moved into Capricornus, and pass around 4 degrees south of Saturn, before catching up with Jupiter again on the 29 December.

Why is it called the Cold Moon?

Fairly unsurprisingly, many of the December names for the full Moon relate to temperature. Cold weather begins to descend on the northern hemisphere, and winter officially begins on the 21 December.

December’s full Moon is also called the Long Night Moon or the Moon Before Yule, while some pagan traditions call it the Oak Moon, due to the tree’s ability to cling on to its leaves during the cold, winter months.

The Cold Moon will reach peak illumination at 4:02am GMT on Thursday 8 November © Getty images

Is the Cold Moon in 2022 a supermoon?

No, the Cold Moon in 2022 is not a supermoon.

A supermoon is an unofficial designation for when the Moon is situated 360,000km (or less) away from Earth in its orbital path. It’s usual to have two or three full supermoons in a row, and this year in 2022, the Strawberry Moon (June), the Buck Moon (July) and the Sturgeon Moon (August) were all supermoons.

We will not see any more supermoons in 2022. The next supermoon will be on 1 August 2023, followed by a rare blue supermoon on 30 August 2023.

What causes a full Moon?

A full Moon is one part of the lunar cycle and occurs when the Moon is fully illuminated by the Sun. This happens when the Earth is positioned directly between the Sun and the Moon, and we usually have 12 full Moons in one calendar year, although in some years we can have 13.

At full, the Moon is precisely 180 degrees opposite the Sun in ecliptic longitude, when the Moon, Earth, and Sun are in a straight-line configuration.

Technically, the Moon is only ‘full’ for an instant (called syzygy), but it will appear full for the entire night. To our eyes, the Moon will also seem to be full for both nights on either side of the Cold Moon.

The lunar cycle takes 29 days, 12 hours, 44 minutes, and 3 seconds (generally, this is rounded to 29.53 days) to complete. That means we get a full Moon every 29.53 days. This figure is calculated by the time it takes the Moon to orbit the Earth once, as measured from new Moon to new Moon, and is also known as one synodic month.

The position of the Moon and the Sun during each of the Moon’s phases, and the Moon as it appears from Earth during each phase © NASA/JPL-Caltech

Why do we sometimes have 13 full Moons in a single year?

Because one lunar cycle takes less than one calendar month to complete, we sometimes get 13 full Moons in a year. this phenomenon occurs approximately every two to three years. This means that we will see two full Moons in a single month; the extra full Moon being known as a ‘Blue Moon’. The next Blue Moon will occur on 30 August 2023.

Similarly, we sometimes get two new Moons in a month. This extra new Moon is known as a Black Moon. The last Black Moon was 30 April 2022, and the next one will be next year, 19 May 2023.

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One of the things from Lunar: Silver Star Story that really sparked my imagination was how it kinda tried to lean in to having stage musical elements. In the end, it's not much of a musical, discounting the opening theme song there's only one lyrical song and two-ish non-lyrical songs. But the setup is there, and it's easy to imagine a higher budgeted version that has a full musical soundtrack...

My ideal 3rd Lunar game would focus on and develop that "musical game" idea. :B

Like, if I do end up creating something from my project sketches and notes, it's just going to be a webcomic.

But like, I have started writing lyrics anyways. I'm completely inexperienced at lyric writing and composition. Probably won't share any of that outside of like patreon/ko-fi or anything, but it's fun to imagine something coming from it.

As for that other Lunar 3 project that's trying to get an official 3rd Lunar game made (that's unrelated to my personal hypothetical Lunar 3 and I'm not involved with their project), I kind of can't imagine they'd work more than a couple songs into a new game... I wish them the best of luck, but man after Dragon Song I really can't envision a satisfactory official Lunar 3. :-/

I know it was mostly a new studio that did DS, but there was at least one of the original Studio Alex folks on that team. Probably kinda dire of me to place my lack of expectations on that, though.

But yeah, kind of just some rambly ADHD-fueled creative Lunar 3 thoughts I've been having. I think I'm subtitling my self indulgent project "Blue Star Saga" or "Blue Star Chronicles" or something. Lol, maybe just "Lunar III: The Musical." Yeah. :B

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What is the gang's favorite holidays and are there any new and exciting holidays that exist in this verse that don't exist in ours?

Holidays that exist in the TPOFATGIF Universe:

Signal Night, January 16th: Celebrates the anniversary of the end of World War Three, which was originally announced by lighting a series of bonfires ala the 'Gondor Calls For Aid' scene from LotR to spread the word after a mass worker's strike of communications towers prevented the nuclear apocalypse. Mostly an excuse to get drunk, light things on fire and listen you your Grandpa's weird war stories these days. Grandpa Solomon has the BEST weird war stories, and was responsible for the Luxor Beacon.

Leap Days (Variable): Leap days are not observed on a regular schedule, but as a combination of "that extra 6 hours on the earth's solar orbit", "Reconciliation between the world's three major Solar, Lunar and Oceanic calendars", "The Weather Sucks Too Much, Everything Is Cancelled" and "We know ysterday was Teusday, but today is Also Teusday, don't worry about it" days. Some years only have one or two leap days, others over a week. 1969 had almost a month of Leap Days because So Much Shit Kept Happening. They are also named after thier creator, world famous Chronomancer Harrison Tedford Leap, who created them in 1894, who also pioneered such excellent time-related concepts as "The Weekend", "March" and "4:20". Bakura and Tea were both born on Leap Days, but completely different ones.

Saint Patrick's Day, March 17th: Notable because the Miracle Saint Patrick is credited with is ending a horrible plauge and famine caused by rats by bringing snakes TO Ireland. People still get horribly drunk, wear green and appropriate Irish culture on this holiday, but it was a huge publicity win for snakes. Odion swears he's never planned it but SOMEHOW he, Marik and Mousetrap are always in Dublin for it.

Dog's Day, July 3rd: A festival celebrating all things canine, on the day that the Constellation Sirius first appears in the summer sky in the northern hemisphere. Considered an auspicious day for forming new friendships. Tristan and Joey first met running from rival school gangs, the actual mob, the police and a very irate werewolf at a Dog's Day festival and they have been besties since.

Cat's Night, August 12th: Celebration of all things Feline on the night that Sirius no longer appears in the sky. Considered an Auspicious night for confessing crushes or starting Romances. The Garden party Pegasus first met Cecelia at was a Cat's Night party.

The Day It Fell Apart, September 6th: Commemeration of a mine collapse that lead to a major labor riot that lead to national labor rioting that lead to a series of major legal changes including a constitutional reform on the same day the following year, installing a hell of a lot of labor and civil protections. Like Labor day, but for real- Don't open your business on Sept 6th unless you want it burnt down. A bit of a somber holiday, but also now the unofficial "National parks day" because all civil services are still open.

Bon Iver, late October to Early December: A Celebration of the first snow, that generally kicks off "The Holidays" as a season. Schools and businesses are closed, PSAs on How To Drive In The Snow are broadcast, and everyone drinks too much hot chocolate. Seto Kaiba was born on Bon Iver at his Parent's house.

The Shortest Day Of The Year, Dec 21: Widely considered an extremely romantic day to declare one's affections, propose, or get married. After all, the Shortest day of the year has the Longest Night Of The Year ;3

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