#phyche

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

NASA’s Psyche Mission on Track for Liftoff Next Month

Bound for a metal-rich asteroid of the same name, the Psyche mission is targeting Oct. 5 to launch from NASA’s Kennedy Space Center in Florida.

The spacecraft’s solar arrays are folded like an envelope into their stowed position. Xenon gas – fuel for the journey to the asteroid belt – is loaded. All four thrusters have passed their final tests. Engineers have confirmed the massive high-gain antenna is set to transmit data. The software is tested and ready. The science instruments – a multispectral imager, magnetometer, and gamma-ray and neutron spectrometer – that will investigate the asteroid Psyche are poised for action.

NASA’s Psyche spacecraft has less than 30 days to go before the opening of its launch period, which runs from Thursday, Oct. 5 through Wednesday, Oct. 25. What the mission learns from the metal-rich asteroid may tell us more about how planets form.

“These missions take so many people and so much meticulous, rigorous, personally driven work,” said Lindy Elkins-Tanton, principal investigator for Psyche at Arizona State University. “I am ready to be ecstatic. We all are, but we are not ecstatic yet. Let’s launch and establish communications – then we can scream, jump, and hug each other!”

Within two weeks, technicians will begin encapsulating the spacecraft in its payload fairing – the cone at the top of the rocket – and the spacecraft will move to SpaceX facilities at NASA’s Kennedy Space Center in Florida. Psyche is set to launch atop a SpaceX Falcon Heavy from the center’s Launch Complex 39A at 10:38 a.m. EDT on Oct. 5.

“It’s getting increasingly real,” said Henry Stone, Psyche’s project manager at NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Southern California. “We are counting the days. The team is more than ready to send this spacecraft off on its journey, and it’s very exciting.”

After escaping Earth’s gravity, Psyche will use solar electric propulsion to accomplish its six-year journey to the asteroid. The efficient propulsion system works by accelerating and expelling charged atoms, or ions, of the neutral gas xenon – creating a thrust that gently propels the spacecraft with a force akin to what you’d feel holding a single AA battery in your hand. Technicians recently loaded 2,392 pounds (1,085 kilograms) of xenon onto the spacecraft over the course of about two weeks.

Measuring roughly 173 miles (279 kilometers) at its widest point, the asteroid Psyche presents a unique opportunity to explore a metal-rich body that may be part of a core of a planetesimal, the building block of an early planet. Once the spacecraft reaches Psyche in the main asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter, it will spend about 26 months orbiting the asteroid, gathering images and other data that will tell scientists more about its history and what it is made of.

More About the Mission

Arizona State University leads the Psyche mission. A division of Caltech in Pasadena, JPL is responsible for the mission’s overall management, system engineering, integration and test, and mission operations. Maxar Technologies in Palo Alto, California, provided the high-power solar electric propulsion spacecraft chassis.

A technology demonstration called Deep Space Optical Communications (DSOC) will fly on Psyche in order to test high-data-rate laser communications that could be used by future NASA missions. JPL manages DSOC for the Technology Demonstration Missions program within NASA’s Space Technology Mission Directorate and the Space Communications and Navigation program within the Space Operations Mission Directorate.

Psyche is the 14th mission selected as part of NASA’s Discovery Program, managed by the agency’s Marshall Space Flight Center in Huntsville, Alabama. NASA’s Launch Services Program, based at Kennedy, is managing the launch service.

TOP IMAGE....NASA’s Psyche spacecraft will take a spiral path to the asteroid Psyche, as depicted in this graphic, which is labeled with key milestones of the prime mission. The test periods for NASA’s Deep Space Optical Communications (DSOC) technology demonstration are indicated with red dots. Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech

LOWER IMAGE....NASA’s Psyche spacecraft will take a spiral path to the asteroid Psyche, as depicted in this graphic, which is labeled with key milestones of the prime mission. The test periods for NASA’s Deep Space Optical Communications (DSOC) technology demonstration are indicated with red dots. Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech

#science #space #astronomy #physics #news #nasa #astrophysics #PHYCHE

[severefartoholic]

OH NO!!! LOOKS LIKE YOUR SISTER SNUCK A GUY WHO YOU KICKED OUT AND CUT OFF CONTACT WITH BECAUSE HE GOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND INTO JAIL 😳😳😳

A) talk it out with him! there's probably more to his side of the story I don't know about:💎💎💎400 GEMS!!!!💎💎💎💎💎

B) BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THAT SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD😳💥🔥🔥🔥❌❌❌: 💎💎💎0 GEMS💎💎💎💎💎

#someone make a pafl episode series NEOWWWWWW!!!! #im really getting into sergeis mind with this post. his phyche. #pafl #sergei pafl #yura pafl #this is 100 epithaths. btw

[wtowingedtragicobsidian]

“They don’t like you, Dazai. You’re useful and they don’t know how shitty of a person you are. That’s not the same thing.”

“No Chuuya I really think they like me~” Dazai hoped he had sufficiently masked the strain in his voice. Unfortunately, if anyone would be able to notice, it was Chuuya.

“Then tell me Dazai what would happen if you stopped being useful? If your ability just vanished and you cut out all the emotion manipulation bullshit and really let them see you? All of you? Do you think they’d stick around after they knew what you’ve done? Who you are?” Chuuya didn’t sound angry, or even annoyed. Just tired and honest, too honest.

“They’re good people, they wouldn’t leave me.” Despite his best efforts Dazai felt his voice breaking.

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right, they are good people. That’s exactly why they would have to leave.” Chuuya condoled, nothing accusatory in his tone. It was almost fond. “Look at yourself Osamu, you’re hardly a person and you certainly aren’t good.”

#phyche lol #i kept the scrapped draft #here you go #this one is probably a dream #its way too personal for anything but dazais subconscious to bully him with #if ya wanna lean into the hcs that dazai has substance abuse issues this could also absolutely be caused by that #this is the final bit of me enjoying verbally abusing dazai #and chuuyas anger being taken seriously #i promise #bsd #bungou stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #skk #soukoku

[fluffygiraffe]

the overwhelming urge to be cringe

#double sided sword tho. it's funny but it causes -3 phych damage every 30 seconds #shitpost

[deranged-doll-draws]

Just a little something I drew today. It took me awhile but I'm really proud.

April,15,2024 1:46pm

#art #artists on tumblr #artwork #character art #digital art #my art #oc art #liminal spaces #bloody hospital #bloody phych ward #yami kawaii #kawaii oc #jojifuku art #jojifuku girl #kawaii girl in a phych ward #hallucinations #pills

[glamjrwi]

RUMIS INJURIES STAY VISIBLE

#this is all I ever wanted for him #yes have a physical depiction of the deterioration of your phyche yes #jrwi #rumi jrwi #jrwilb #just roll with it #jrwi apotheosis

[teknikolor-walters]

Feeling the alternate feelings again time to go scroll the corruption tag until I'm normal again

#alternatekin tag #<- not? really? #i guess it is I don't know #you don't. understand. i need to be an eldrich entity RIGHT NOW #i need to be able to FUCK WITH THE HUMAN PHYCHE #TWIST AND TORMENT IT WITH VISIONS OF BUGS AND ROT

[nighty-night-nh]

I do feel some type of way when I see people go through my old sona art cause i dont know if im that lynx woman anymore man, I'm in a transition state cause bad shit happened while I was that lynx. Old life's gone now and they might be too, but there's this rabbit that I hope you'll enjoy someday

#nicky rambles #yeah uh sorry bout that but big surprise i kinda mighta lied about this rabbit form being for fun #this might be permanent #someone hurt me so bad i had to go to the phych ward and the lynx sona has literally so much memories with said person #i activity dont know if i can touch they again without feeling pain #so many design and story elements had their thumbs up of support or helpful tweaks and you you want me to just keep using her??? #nah bro. #some people could do it. dont think i can. throw the whole thing out n start with a new thing you never say #anyways! i think i like they them pronouns more thats a wacky little thing to put at the end of this rant right-

[aoitakumi8148]

“...I’m only here for you...”/“You are my masterpiece...”/“...Please, be careful... I love you.”

Ⅰ, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝟙 Sherlock is an observer, imaginative, amiable, well-mannered, fixated, obstinate, drastic. The appearance and the voice are clearly reflective of the fragile nature. 𝟚 Jon’s morality is quite peculiar and sometimes monochrome, particularly when it concerns women. 𝒜 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝒻𝑒’𝓈 𝓈𝓎𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹-𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑜𝓃, expects us to stand in her shoes; 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇’𝓈 ‘𝒷𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓅’ 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒶 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝓇 ‘𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒹’ 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇’𝓈 𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎, expects us to stand in her shoes; 𝒶 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓊𝓉𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝒶 𝒻𝑒𝓌 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝓁𝑜𝓇𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓊𝓇𝑔𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝒶𝓅𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓈, expects us to stand in her shoes. OTOH, men are largely portrayed as 𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕤/𝕒𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕤 preventing them from being “taken seriously”. 𝟛 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕆𝕟𝕖 is my first experience of immersion in the story of Sherlock Holmes. Despite the heartache, don’t regret a thing. Taking my hat off to the composer, waiting for our next journey.

Ⅱ, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐞. 𝟙 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝑜𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑒𝑔𝑜, 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒽𝓎𝓅𝑜𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓎. 𝐼𝓉’𝓈 𝑒𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽𝓎. 𝟚 𝐼𝒻 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓊𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 ‘𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃’. 𝟛 𝒜 𝓂𝓊𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝓂𝓊𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇, 𝒽𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒶𝒾𝓃'𝓉 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒. 𝟜 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒’𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎, 𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝑒. 𝟝 𝒞𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓃 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈’ 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎. 𝟞 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒷𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓃, 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒’𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓊𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝒾𝓋𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒.

#Aoi Takumi #blog #my gifs #Sherlock Holmes: Chapter One #Sherlock Holmes #Chapter One #2021 #game #license version #PC #Sherlock #Mycroft #Jon #/ #Verner #// #John Watson #/// #S. doesn't talk to himself but to the -non-physical incarnation of his mentality- #not a mental issue but the phyche response #& Jon attempts to provide Sherry with his nice words x care the boy needs #Mycroft is powerless to do the same properly ~ there’s already been much responsibility on him since their childhood

[ninjasmudge]

What if after the split Wukong has some grey hairs left that he plucks, but they just keep growing back to he keeps plucking them but the thing is the grey hairs after the first ones are all from stress. LBD removed her out of place hairs too she is stressing over like SWK is because she's not worried about scaring anyone like and the hairs she removed were dark so they aren't going to come back even if she was as stressed by it has she'd just get more silvers.

kinda like this but my personal hc is that nothing can alter swks form at all, my version has no scars, no marks and theres only like 5 or six heavenly weapons in existence that can wound him, even then, he heals without scars and the ONLY thing that can injure him is himself which is why theres only one place he has scars on his whole body.

thats part of why lbd erasing his memories is such a threat to him, and why he writes so much poetry and immortalised everything in stories- he has only one physical reminder on himself of his hardships

that said the idea of him starting to go grey is very funny bc it would imply that trying to teach a successor is more stressful than ANYTHING else hes ever done

(by lbd i assume you mean the host? bc that ones sad, her and mei have a hair dying session)

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #mk #ask #lots of thoughts abt this hc for swk #i love him with scars but having nothing and what that does to his phyche is very interesting to me personally

[groupwest]

feel weeeird

#tried to talk thru the busy fancy shopping centre and almost DIED. drank too much bubble tea and had too many cigarettes too quickly. #waiting for my phych appointment now and my brains just wanting to shut down so bad…

[webbiejones]

So chalase of the gods is dropping in like, three months, so heres a bunch of questions I'm wondering about with regards to the book, welcome to try and answer or add your own, here we go:

What pov will it be told? Because I haven't read first pov percy in awhile and I don't know if I know how to handle it anymore

It's before college. Does that mean I have to read the rest of the books? What is the time line like

Does percy have to redo a class because of the almost a year he missed at hoo? If so, what age it is?

WHERE THE GODS GET THE AUDACITY TO ASK FOR A QUEST TO GET A RECOMMENDATION LETTER AFTER EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED

Will this book explore more dark percy? I feel like rick is just as curious about this concept as all of us?

The original freaking trio-will it explore grover as well? I have no idea what is going on with the dude honestly?

Old friends? New friends? I want all of them back

Esstel?

#percy jackson #The Chalice of the Gods #Pjo #I'm phyched man

[nookisms]

Friend 1: We need to watch something sad

Me: NOOOO we need to watch something SILLY and have a SILLY GOOFY TIME

Friend 2: We should watch something rough

Me: NOOOO we need a SILLY GOOFY TIME

Friend 1: but I'm sad

Me: I'm sad too that's WHY we NEED to have a SILLY GOOFY TIME

#anyway any recs for silly goofy time animes #we have the dub for ghost stories (specifically the dub for it) Phyche K and the respect women juice himbo and the sucubus #she speks #she speks originale

[thecandywrites]

Monster March 2023 Day 19- Mermaid Part 2

The Curse of Being Special

Because as a former "special student" omg the pressures of always needing to be exceptional and "special" and "gifted". Especially when those pressures are applied to kids, and adolescents and teens and adults alike who are not prepared or equipped to carry, or handle those pressures can and will break you. And push you, out of desperation- looking for anything that will ease the pressure off or relieve it or escape it. Including seeking suicide because it's no longer living or "surviving" it's just plain suffering and death seems like the only way to get permant relief and peace.

Part 2

The Curse of Being Special 

You were then you were very, very carefully put into special condo, that was already fitted out with the latest and greatest perks, including it’s own heating and filtration and built in accommodations like a bed, and furniture and electronics you had only ever head about in a theoretical scenarios. As the human on the outside increased the heat to make you more comfortable at least. And even the best food you had never even seen or heard of or smelled or tasted before. But while the food was tempting, the heartache from being separated from your friends and family kept you from indulging in it. 

‘Does your stomach feel sick?’ The older man, who put you into this contraption asked you in sign through the plexiglass of it. 

‘Yes.’ You nodded and signed back before he put a special medicine into the compartment where the water was heated after it had been filtered and soon all the water in the tank soon had a medicine that calmed your stomach, and helped ease your pain, and even your anxiety but made you very, very sleepy. So, all you could do was simply get into the bed and try to rest, ignoring everything else around you before you fell asleep. 

You woke up-  you had no idea how long you had been sleeping for, but your hunger did finally entice you out of bed. And the food, once you started eating, was actually really delicious. But this…accommodations, it was practically alien. You weren’t used to any of it. It all felt so…unnatural. All plastic and metal and technology beyond your making or understanding. The only “organic” thing in here was you. 

Every few hours, the bag would be opened and the person transporting you would peek in to make sure you were ok and refilled any food you had eaten, since you were put into a special container into a special padded cooler, so you and all the others, you had no idea who many others, were all in one big case. And the older man simply seemed to look in all the “cubbies” of the cooler to check on all of you, and all you could hope for was that you would be with other micros you at least knew or grew up with or something. But you wouldn’t know until you got to your destination. 

‘Why me? Why did you pick me?’ You asked the next time they opened the bag to check on you. 

‘You are very special.’ He signed back. 

‘Why am I special?’ You signed. 

‘The picture on your body- is a famous picture, you are art.’ He signed back which made you frown. 

‘So, I will be in a museum? An art house?’ You signed back. 

‘Yes. A very big and nice one.’ He answered back. 

‘Will I be alone? Or will I be with others?’ You signed. 

‘I don’t know.’ He offered with an apologetic look. 

‘What is the name of art on me?’ You signed. 

‘D-I-S-N-E-Y. Mickey Mouse Ears.’ He answered before they showed you a picture of it on their phone. And then showed you the picture they took of you to compare. Damn it. It was a match. You were a black beta with white mouse ears on your body and fins. You couldn’t really see it with fins folded or you sitting down. But when you were on “display” it was clear and plain as day. 

‘Is that why you bought me?’ You asked. 

‘I didn’t buy you, my…’ he paused in answering. 

‘I work for the person who bought you. I’m taking you to them. They have a tank already ready for you, once you are through quarantine.’ They answered.

‘So…what will they want me to do? Always display all my fins and body?’ You asked worriedly. 

‘I don’t know. You can ask when you meet them.’ He answered. 

‘How long?’ You asked. 

‘Still many hours. A long time. Eat, rest. I know you are scared. And I know all of this is…’

‘Alien’ You supplied as they smiled sadly. 

‘Yes, I saw the tank you came from, this little tank is very alien compared to that one. With that one, it was as close to the wild as possible.’ He offered. 

‘Yes, I miss it very much.’ You signed. 

‘Then I will tell your new owner that your tank must mimic the wild to make you happy.’ He signed. 

‘But I am…a pet. An expensive pet to be displayed.’ You signed, your face still downcast as tears came from your eyes, clouding the water. 

‘But you frown. You are not happy with that.’ He noted. 

‘I wanted what my parents had. A family, friends, neighbors, kids playing with other micro kids. A community.’ You signed. 

‘That I think your owner can do that for you.’ They grinned. 

‘Really?’ You asked, as you lit up at the prospect of not being alone in a tank by yourself, flashing your fins every time your human came around. 

‘They have quite the collection of others just like you. Others with the same picture you have. But there is a place in the tank where you can have your little piece of home while still having a community of others. So you are not alone.’ He informed you. 

‘Will I ever be able to have a family?’ You asked. 

‘That is up to you and if you end up liking anyone already in there, if not, the owner is always adding more, so maybe someone else who is shopping for them at the other aquariums has already found someone you will like and someone who came from a home like you did so you will have that in common.’ He offered with a hopeful and as reassuringly as he could but even you could see that they were hopeful but not certain of that. 

‘Ok. I will wait and see.’ You messaged them before you went back into the “bedroom” part of the little carrying case. 

You lost count of the hours and possibly days it took for you to finally be pulled out of the case and put into a quarantine tank. It was very bare compared to the little carrying case you had started to get used to. 

There was a bed. There was a chair and a desk where you could put your many books. And even the homework you had been working on in class- however long ago it was. But at this point, you didn’t see the point in finishing it. But on either side of you, were other micros who you didn’t know- from tanks from all over. They were in a similar state, rather bewildered but one of them took- “catching up” seriously and was already halfway through her second of the three books. 

You went over to an interface, but the screen simply had a counter- how many day cycles you would have to be in quarantine for and gave you a “schedule” of when your meals would be given to you. And when the lights would come on and when the lights would turn off. 

But there was a beautiful beta on one side of you and a discus on the other. And between the two of them, you felt insignificantly small. And because of the separation between the tanks you couldn’t really talk to them, except through sign. And all the beta girl would say is ‘hi, you should start reading to prepare yourself.’ And the discus girl just hung out in the opposite corner and side of her tank, talking with her other neighbor, who was another discus micro, although for their size, they were practically macro compared to you. 

So you begrudgingly sat down at the desk and got the first book and opened it. And it was basically an introduction to the technology that would now be part of your every day life.

How to use a keypad to write. How to send and receive messages and the variety of interfaces you might use. And how to change the settings for the tank itself, like if it was too hot or too cold or not enough oxygen. Or if it was too acidic or base. Or if there were nitrites or any other microorganisms in the water that would and could get you sick and what that looked and felt like. 

You looked up and the beta was actually using her own ink to ‘underline’ the different texts in the books she was reading. The discus girl still ignored you. So that left just you and your books that you still begrudgingly but dutifully read. But little of the information was really reaching you. 

Finally a message came in on the screen that all of you were about to be “inspected” and that you all needed to get ready to “display” yourselves. 

You glared at the message but still swam to the front of the tank where the beta was already there and making sure her pretty fins would catch the light just right and that her long hair was braided in a pretty way while the discus swam around her little tank in a near panic. 

You waited until a group of people were only a few tanks away before you fully opened up your fins again to show off this “Disney Mickey Mouse Ears” pattern you apparently had. 

One of them was the older man who had brought you here and of of the buyers seemed to congratulate him on getting you before they all crowded around the tank to look at you closer and get their phones out and get even more pictures before the shut the lights off in the rows of tanks then put on special lights that made your markings glow and a pattern you didn’t know you had on your body suddenly appeared again before other special lights were shown on you before they took several long moments to talk- before you got tired and decided to rest on your elbows before the beta slammed on the glass between you which perked you up to get back into the full position just as the people were looking back and looking at your pattern again before she signed. 

‘While they can see you, keep in that position. Do not move.’ She signed you in a look that if she had been in the tank with you, she would have done with Mrs. Dalla did. And hold you up herself before beating you up if you didn’t obey. 

The humans looked back to themselves and continued talking and after a while your arms started to shake but one look up at the beta, had you trying to hold it as much as you could before the man who brought you here finally tapped on the glass.

‘It’s ok, you can relax now.’ Before you collapsed onto the floor of the tank as the lights came back on and they moved onto the beta to appraise her but nearly to the extent they had you before they moved on. 

‘You’re welcome.’ The beta signed with a terse look. 

‘I’m supposed to thank you for scaring me?’ You signed to her as you were on the other side of that glass, rising to the occasion. 

‘Yeah, because your fins stayed out so they could keep looking at them. You have the pattern. They were here to see the pattern. And every time they come, you need to show it to them. Because it’s that pattern that is the reason why we are all here. And are getting the chance to be in the best tanks and care possible.’ She signed back. 

‘So far this “pattern” has been my curse. I was ripped from my family, from my friends, from everything I know and everyone I loved. And it’s exhausting to keep it up on display. I’m meant for movement, not sitting in one spot with all my fins out like you.’ You signed back to her with a reproachful expression as tears returned to your eyes. 

‘Once we are out of quarantine, you will see that it’s not a curse. You’re a guppy, you’re meant to always be social. Once we all get through this, you will be with a new family and a new tank with a new community that you will love just as much as your last. We only have a few more cycles left of quarantine. You still have a lot of work to do. I suggest you practice getting into and holding that position several times a day to get used to it and build up your own strength and stamina. You’ll need it from now on.’ She signed before she went back to studying before you looked back at the discus who sheepishly was now starting to look at her own books and chose to read them as she simply floated in the water of her tank. 

After that, your own training for your “new life” in your “new tank” intensified. You both had books to read and exercises on the interface- constantly. And you felt like you actually worked from the moment you woke up to the moment you went to bed. And often, your interface would still be alight after lights out and you were expected to finish your work before you could sleep for the night and your feeding schedule was based on your lessons in the day as you were ‘rewarded’ for getting the right answers on your tests. . You learned things like how to interact with the public. How to “show off” to the humans who would come to the tank on a fairly regular basis. How to always have a smile on your face and wear the special outfits during ‘operating hours’. How to smile and pose for pictures. How to pay special attention to the children especially. Once you got through that, then you got a new mentor of your own that was entirely way too cheery and acted more like a machine than an actual micro-mermaid herself. Because no matter what questions you asked her, she wouldn’t really respond. All she would respond to was prompts of ‘do you understand?’ with either a yes, then she moved on to the next subject or ‘no’ and she would redo exactly what she had done before, in the same exact tone and inflection and do it over and over again until you got frustrated and finally said ‘yes’ just to get her to move onto something else. And that’s what tipped you off that she must have been a recording of some kind. For a training video. And not a real person. 

And it didn’t help that the betta next to you, had already gained and refined these skills and practically raced through the training to the point she got done with her work in half the time you did. Meanwhile the discus fish on the other side of you didn’t have any work at all to do. 

The discus was the first to break out of quarantine but then no one came to replace her. The beta of course, finished days before you did and left, Which meant you were alone again. Still sitting at this gods damn desk to do this stupid work and you felt like this was pure torture and instead, just stayed in bed. Curled up, under the covers. You didn’t care if you went hungry. And when the lights went out, you waited until the interface shut off, then you went over the desk and took your own books and writing utensils and started to carve at your own pattern. You hated this. You hated everything about this. And if they wanted this “pattern” so badly, you were gong to carve it out and off of yourself and they’d be better off just stringing it up on a frame like it was picture because this was not living, or even surviving. It was just suffering. And you just wanted the suffering to end once and for all. 

#Monster March #Monster March 2023 #Monster March 2023 Day 19- Part 2 #tw suicide #tw self harm #tw phyche ward #tw mental breakdown #tw nervous breakdown #tw depression #tw special kid

[iwaasfairy]

What if I just fall off the earth and give up studying to become a hentai artist and draw dickpics for the rest of my life that seems like a more preferable way to live tbh

#idk you ever just get hit w the sads? #i was totally fine two hours ago and now I feel so ugly and gross and unloved and #like a wanna crawl under a rock and die #what’s that about dud #any smart phych majors wanna explain #? #ring ring

[who-the-fuck-is-sennalye]

sometimes I wonder how on earth I managed to pass my cert course when I'd say shit like this.

#if anyone asks why I like tafe more than high school it's cause I could say stuff like this in assignments and not get written up for snark #i believe high school may've done permanent damage to my phyche #because logically I know this isn't that bad #but a small voice inside me tells me that this would never fucking fly #it could be worse #once in art my teacher told me to get rid of the snark in my annotations so I wrote even more #I hated that teacher #one day I walked out of that class and said “I cannot take this anymore. I'm never going back” #and that's the story of how I dropped out of high school #fuck you Miss Bopp and the stamp press you crush spirit on #text post #stch