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gallifreyinstituteforlearning · 9 days

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in gallifreyan, whichever scripts, how do they write coordinates, be it time or displacement? Or planet relative calendar dates.

How Do Time Lords Write Coordinates?

There's a bit of contradictory information and things that don’t make much sense when it comes to space-time coordinates and Gallifreyans, but here’s an answer I hope will sate your curiosity, with plenty of background:

🔑Key Parts of the Coordinate System:

Spatial Coordinates: These specify locations in three-dimensional space relative to Galactic Zero Centre (Gallifrey’s Eye of Harmony, basically, or at least somewhere near it). They usually consist of Vector and Quadrant particles.

Temporal Coordinate: This indicates time, relative to Gallifrey’s present (whatever that’s supposed to mean! I would probably assume that while Gallifrey went walkies, the Doctor's TARDIS either used temporal coordinates relative to Event One (the creation of the universe), or otherwise fixed it at a certain Gallifreyan date. There are also specialised TARDIS instruments which can be calibrated help skip the temporal coordinate stuff and make the input relative to the planet).

Universal Coordinate: This designates the specific universe required.

Epsilon Coordinates: Calculated paths through the Space-Time Vortex, usually handled by a TARDIS automatically.

Flight Data: Details about departure and destination points.

🚀Space-Time Coordinates Format

Space-time coordinates consist of fifteen digits. Using these two combined below will get you to the right star system:

Vector (2 digits): Indicates the broad direction.

Quadrant (2 digits): Specifies the quadrant within the galaxy.

Using these two below in addition will get you a more precise location, and a time:

Exact Spatial Location (7 digits): Detailed coordinates within the quadrant.

Temporal Location (4 digits): Relative to Gallifrey’s present (you'll obviously need to be longer to be more precise).

🌍Example

Let's have a crack with Earth’s galactic coordinates. We know the Earth’s Galactic Coordinates are 5804 4684884:

Vector: 58, Quadrant: 04 (solely on these you’ll reach Mutter’s Spiral)

Exact Spatial Location: 4684884 (add this and you’ll reach Earth)

Temporal Location: 9182 (+9182 time units from Gallifrey’s present)

The Flight Data Monitor will simplify this. Assuming a journey from Earth to fictional Zargon 3, your TARDIS monitor will display something like this:

Departure Planet: Sol 3 (Earth) [Dimension 01] Location: London, England Local Dateline: 2024 Earth Year, 10th Era of Gallifrey Destination Planet: Zargon 3 [Dimension 04] Location: Zargon City, Zargonville Local Dateline: 156 Zargon Year, 11th Era of Gallifrey

Complete Coordinates:

01 5804 4684884 9182 -> 04 0316 0316500 3050

🏛️Integration with Landmark Worlds

Additionally, a TARDIS’s Galactic Positioning System can be fine-tuned using the relative locations of several Landmark Worlds. These landmark worlds include Gallifrey, Dagusa, Caresh, Erekan, Gau-Usu, and Cern. This way, the TARDIS can get more precise navigation by periodically materialising in space to recalibrate bearings as it's flying.

🔢Epsilon Coordinates

Then there are Epsilon Coordinates. These serve as a roadmap through the Space-Time Vortex, and need to be calculated before a flight. A Time Lord could do it mentally if they wanted, but the TARDIS usually automatically calculates these – it’s hugely complex maths, even for a Time Lord.

🖊️Writing the Coordinates

This really depends on the script you'd prefer to use, you can use modern Gallifreyan, which is probably the most lore-friendly, or Sherman's, or circular, or just bog standard Latin script numbers.

For GIL's Sollifreyan conlang shorthand script, you can use the 0-9 base with hyphens in-between, where the spaces would go.

Phew, hope that helped! 😃

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21-roses-a-day · 9 months

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SABRINA CARPENTER on stage as the opening act for Taylor Swift’s The Eras Tour in Mexico City, Mexico at Foro Sol. NIGHT 2 – 25th August, 2023 © (on instagram): l.og20 (1), scottkinghair (3) © Nine Fiction (2)

#sabrina carpenter #blogmusicdaily #dailymusicians #dailymusicqueens #dailywomen #femalestunning #flawlesscelebs #sabrinasource #tusermichi #usermusic #userpcultures #usersource #wonderfulwomendaily #sabrina x the eras tour #the dress is BABY BLUE ???#look. i made this*

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crimeronan · 8 months

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I’ll admit I didn’t pay much attention to your OCs at first but now I’m very interested. Can you give a quick summary of them please?

i'm giggling at this ask bc i went back in my tags to try to figure out what had intrigued you and truly i've just been kin assigning shitposts to the OCs.

i think i wrote a rundown of them a while ago but can't be assed to find it so here's an even shorter one

all four members of the quartet live in tachni, a fictional city-state with a stranglehold over this fictional world's global economy. tachni's culture is largely based around light magic, which is an abstract type of magic related to illusions and luck and the future and abstraction.

everyone uses she/her, devin also uses they/them and he/him.

so:

nova - gaslight

nova is the incarnation of a light god, she has an unbelievable amount of political control/influence over tachni & she can turn her reality into a dreamland playground at will. this has left her craving things that are Real, which is unfortunate because her real soulmate hates her guts. her magic is making her very sick but she's pretending that it isn't bc she can solve everything with yoga and health smoothies.

devin - gatekeep

devin is the incarnation of an earth god, divine powers work thru her in the same way as nova, except that her magic is rooted in the concrete rather than the abstract. which means she can build shit and tear it down just as easily. being the opposite of nova's god, she's technically nova's soulmate & the two of them are supposed to balance each other out. however devin is much sicker than nova because of how fucked-up tachni is, and she's a giant bitch about it at all times.

sol - girlboss

sol is the devil. if not literally then certainly in every other regard. she too has an enormous amount of political power and sway, because she is unbelievably rich and has a monopoly on tachni's sex work industry. she's a nightmare of a human being who loves murder and terrorism; it's an open secret that she has killed a lot of people and that nobody will ever be able to prove it. girlboss antics. sol's bitchy attitude is in many ways the antithesis of nova; devin is wantonly cheating on nova with her, inasmuch as you can cheat on someone that you never wanted to marry in the first place.

ruby - manipulate

ruby is a mental health worker by day and a forger by night, her social power is much quieter. she's doing her best to retain her identity and morals while being surrounded by godawful people. her main focus is on helping marginalized and disenfranchised people get help and achieve their goals. she is unbelievably sad all the fucking time and has a million things wrong with her, which is why she's still hanging out with a bunch of shitty people and enabling their nonsense. she sweeps every OC poll i ever make because of her hashtag relatable neuroses.

all four have very messy history tangled up in each other, some of it gets Very Very Very Ugly and some of it is very funny. shitheads.

no one is a mansplainer or a malewife because i got tired of writing dude POVs. you can make up a couple mansplainer and malewife OCs to annoy the quad if you would like though.

#replies #original fiction #original fiction quartet #devin #ruby #nova #sol #i havent reread or edited this sorry #long post

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kastsol · 10 months

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COME ONE, COME ALL!

Hello and salutations, welcome to the marvellous private exhibition of the Sol collection. My name is Kast (he/one) and I will be your host for this evening's festivities. Some legally obligated health and safety first...

THIS PAGE CONTAINS GORE AND BODY HORROR - WATCH AT YOUR OWN RISK

The Sol collection hosts all kinds of experimental... Delights to entertain you. Feast your eyes on the unholiest of creations, the revenge-fed stags, the most monstrous of cryptids. Just mind your fingers, some of our displays have been known to bite...

Signposts

To make the most of this event, please ensure you direct your eyes to the appropriate areas using our signpost system:

#KastYourEyes - Art posts

#KastDoodles - Sketches only!

#FamousKastWords - Text posts

#KastualConversation - Asks

#SoldMySol - Reblogs

#TheFeelingsMutual - My main universe following a deer seeking revenge against the social elite, set in the early 00s in the fictional City of Eden

#Mr Capitalist - A yet-to-be made satirical set of children's books written in the style of Mr Men during the Second Red Scare, teaching the kids about how cool capitalism is

Thanks for coming and please enjoy the show!

#introductory post #furry

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flagwars · 8 months

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People’s Flag Wars: Round 1, Bracket 15

See the symbolism below.

Old Sanwonic Confederation is a flag by dodot65. It is a fictional flag of a far future nation.

Nerja, Spain is a flag proposal by Gortius-VIII.

Symbolism: “The sun is supposed to represent the Costa del Sol (the sun coast), a very touristy area of Spain, and the fact that Nerja is a very popular destination for English, German and Scandinavian tourist. The 5 stripes represent the Balcón de Europa (balcony of Europe), a characteristic building in Nerja, and the white and blue are for the clear skies and water. The red connects the flag to the greater Malaga region of Spain and to the sos ish flag itself.”

Kairouan, Tunisia is a flag proposal by Gargari.

Symbolism: “It shows a camel with the city's name calligraphically written on it. I made this choice because the name literally translates to caravan, or military column. The colours green and yellow are taken from the current coat of arms of the city. Also taken from there is the dome of Kairouan's great mosque, which also represents the camel's hump here. The additional colour purple is used for lines not part of the calligraphy but vital for making it look like a dromedary. The colour represents the wealth of the history of this noble and old city.”

#polls #flags #vexillology #people’s flag wars

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starandcloud · 10 months

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42!Miles playlist for/about you

Cupid's chokehold - Gym Class Heroes

Sucker for pain - Imagine Dragons

Heartbeat - Childish Gamibino

Livin' La Vida Loca - Ricky Martin

Mockingbird - Eminem

Let You Down - NF

Stereo Hearts - Gym Class Heroes, Adam Levine

I'm yours - Isabel LaRosa

El Amor De Mi Vida - Ricky Martin

In The Name of Love - Martin Garrix

Can't Hold us - Mackle More & Ryan Lewis

Where Them Girls At - David Guetta, Flo Rida, Nicki Minaj

Tu - Shakira

Psycho - Post Malone, Ty Dolla $ign

Cooler Than Me - Mike Posner, Gigamesh

Circles - Post Malone

Fairytale - Alexander Rybak

Into You - Ariana Grande

Nada Valgo Sin Tu Amor - Juanes

Cool For The Summer - Demi Lovato

Novia - Jake Daniels

Sure Thing - Miguel

Te Amare - Miguel Bosé

Entra En Mi Vida - Sin Bandera

Eso Y Mas - Joan Sebastian

Mi Razon De Ser - Banda MS

Ojos Color Sol - Calle 13 and Silvio Rodriguez

Punk Rock Princess - something Cororparate

Fuck about it - Waterparks, Blackbear

I Just Wanna Run - The Downtown Fiction

10:35 - Tiesto, Tate McRae

Safe And Sound - Capital Cities

Middle Of The night - Elley Duhe

She Doesn't Mind - Sean Paul

A Match into Water - Pierce The Viel

Roses and Gold Acoustic - Bryce Savage

Roses and Gold - Bryce Savage

I Wouldn't Mind - He is We

Here's to Never Growing Up - Avril Lavigne

XOXO - 6arelyhuman

Maps - Maroon 5

Infinity - Jaymes Young

Daddy Issues - The Neighbourhood

Trouble Maker - Olly Murs, Flo Rida

Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

Paris - The Chainsmokers

SNAP - Rose Linn

You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift

Love Story - Taylor Swift

Anti-Hero - Taylor Swift

Blank Space - Taylor Swift

S.L.UT. - Bea Miller

My Oh My - Camila Cabello, DaBaby

Shameless - Camila Cabello

Butterflies - Zendaya

Ghost 2 U - Magnolia Park, FRED, Joshua Roberts

Addison Rae - Magnolia Park

Queen - Loren Gray

Electric Love - Borns

Partners In Crime - Set It Off, Ash Costello

All The Things She Said - tATu

Check Yes, Juliet - We The Kings

Not Another Song About Love - Hollywood Ending

She Look So Perfect - 5 Seconds of Summer

Euphoria - BTS

That's My Girl - Fifth Harmony

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE - Maneskin

Do It for Me - Rosenfeld

Voila - Figure You Out

Rich Boy - Payton

I like you - Post Malone, Doja Cat

10,000 hours - Dan + Shay, Justin Bieber

#earth 42 miles morales #atsv #beyond the spiderverse #atsv x you #miles morales #the prowler #atsv prowler #prowler miles #miles morales prowler #miles 42 #miles g morales #ATSV Playlist #Miles Playlist #42Miles playlist

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onomatopiya · 1 year

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REVOLUTION, RETRIBUTION

[Image ID: Image one is a red and black hued picture of a dark skyscraper that seems to twist slightly. Image two, also red and black hued, is of a hooded figure standing. Image three is of a room full of people that’s cast in shadow. The text over top and bottom images read, “Today marks the day the Merchant’s Hand falls, with the title in the middle reading, “Revolution, Retribution,” in all caps. End ID]

genre: na science fiction

draft: two!

features:

aroace transgender boybossery

capitalism (derogatory)

siblings!

revenge plots and #murder

glittery girls (gender neutral) with rage in their hearts

a cringe fail business boy being used as a political pawn

the story:

LILA KOSALA has a ghost haunting her and a city full of people depending on her leadership in a brewing revolution.

LAHAR KOSALA has a lust for revenge that lands him in the center of cutthroat politics, masquerading as a lover while working to bring ruin.

SOL FOSTER has a double-life that ve will do anything to protect and a pharmaceutical empire family pushing vem into a marriage ve doesn’t want.

ANTHONY MASON has a task set upon him by his father, though his heart finds itself drawn to a keen-eyed boy sitting in the corner of a club.

#writeblr #writblr #creative writing #my writing #wip intro #science fiction #sci fi #god i know most ppl who know me know this wip but i needed to introduce it man.

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thecrazyworldbuilder · 9 months

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I have this WIP setting about mechas which I am not being hyperfixated about but I do kinda like. It is unnamed for now but here's the introduction:

Alright so some work on the Mecha Project

The entire story is happening on an Earth-like planet. Turns out, biology is pretty rigid and Earth ain't such a unique snowflake as we thought.

Into the faaar g'damn future we send a stasis ship there, and arrive to a peaceful, unpopulated by sentient life planet. Name's pending but I think of something like New [insert name].

The planet is ruled by the United Sol Alliance (USA, on purpose) and is now beginning to build an eco-friendly high-tech civilization. Generations have passed but, due to a part of the huge information tanks being damaged, a part of Earth history and a lot of physics/inventions catalogues are lost, thus rendering humans on the new planet a bit uneducated on some matters.

The three continents of the planet are populated and everything is pretty much utopian. Clean air, alien life is quite similar to Earth's (four legs, fur, skin, general biology), trees also use chlorophyll but are toxic due to other not so pleasant chemicals, though it ain't much of a problem.

Then the Invasion began.

From outer space, unpredicted, came hard to spot ships with little to no electronics or energetic signature. Crashing on the surface, they started letting out the Kaiju.

These creatures are called just that - Kaiju - in tribute to the old Earth fiction. The thing though is that they aren't natural creatures; Engineered by some other species, they are living war machines meant to consume genetics of other species and use them for creation of new and newer lifeforms. This Kaiju Horde instantly becomes a threat to the human colony.

The first months of the invasion things were only heating up. Some human cities were destroyed, population slain. In return, alien motherships were targeted by hardcore artillery. But while humans were great in the distanced combat, easily sniping down huge beasts with absolutely wild railgun tech, they were helpless up close.

The kaiju could easily scale the distance between them and the human forces, beginning bloodshed in close quarters combat. Huge, muscular beasts perfected to destroy any creature or tech, they succeeded in putting down entire platoons of the USA (actually I might rethink that name).

Then there came a solution, seemingly out of nowhere. During one of the fights, a construction worker beat the beast to pulp using a non-battle mech meant for moving weights. Instantly labeled hero, the dude inspired the human forces to start the creation of war mechs.

So the arming race began. The mechs were slow as shit when on manual control, so they had to invest into neural linking. The PHIL link (Personal Helmet Infolink) was created and was truly still a complete mess. It was sensitive to any thought of the user, may you think of lemons or steamed hams, the helmet would try to interpret commands even when it doesn't have to and had bad lag which proved lethal.

Next went the RING, AMP-1 and AMP-2 links. Those were proven superior to both PHIL and manual.

The mech tech itself improved over the years. Beginning with bulky hardbodies, it evolved into sleek and agile softbodies which were highly capable of close quarter combat. Sooner or later, the profession of a mech pilot became very useful and high-paying.

For now, the human colonies on the three continents are split, but the times are a bit more easy on the front. The kaiju motherships (which act as factories) are far in the land, in the sectors beyond reach, and fortifications are built to hold them back.

That's attabout it. Here's a repost of the link and mech types:

MECH TYPES Softbody S Armored Softbody AS Clam C Hardbody H Semisoftbody SS

LINK TYPES RING (Redirecting Implanted Neural Gate) AMP-1 (Amputee Mech Personel Type 1) AMP-2 (Amputee Mech Personel Type 2) PHIL (Personal Helmet Infolink) Manual

An interesting parameter in mechs is the (neural) feedback.

It is the proprioception of the driver with the mech, the feeling of the mech's body and where it's bodyparts are. Manual mechs have no proprioception, so do the PHIL ones on the older models (new models at least provide a projection of the mech's pose for the driver to reference from).

RING has the best feedback sensitivity meaning the driver with a RING link make best DES and SPD (speed) builds. AMP-1 and AMP-2 are both roughly equal in feedback sensitivity, with AMP-2 being bit better due to larger portions of the driver's limbs being "phantom", thus linked with the mech. PHIL is completely dogshit in providing feedback as mentioned before, and manual is equal to sitting in a tank and wondering what was that noise that just hit the left side of the hull. Yet feedback isn't tied to the link type but the mech type.

A hardbody mech has little to no feedback. It does count the angles under which the joints are bent and all that but those sensors can be easily broken, giving wrong info or none at all.

A softbody mech is best in providing feedback. Literally having a neural mesh that has sensitivity and allows the drivers to feel "touch", it also provides best proprioception and agility.

Other mech types are varying in feedback providing.

#worldbuilding #world creation #worldbuilder #sci-fi worldbuilding #sci-fi #science fiction

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simmy93sims4creations · 1 month

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Diamond Memorial Park - Community - National Park

Replacing the small park beside the major fountain in Del Sol.

"Deedee 'Diamond' McClaran, the belle of the Silver Screen era bought a piece of land in what would one day be central Del Sol. She decided to gift it to the city and added a new pavilion each decade of her life, reflecting her many passions especially her dearest love, fictional butler and co-star, Ricky Steele. A great performance space, a viewpoint to enjoy the great Del Sol fountain and a fantastic chess scene await you. "

https://www.ea.com/en-gb/games/the-sims/the-sims-4/pc/gallery/4480F27AE06411ED8AF0DBF0E623206E?category=all&searchtype=ea_origin_id&sortby=downloads&time=all&searchquery=Simmy93&max=50&maxis=false

#sims 4 #sims 4 gallery #sims 4 lot #the sims community #ts4 simblr #sims 4 community lot #sims 4 del sol valley

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doom-nerdo-666 · 7 months

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"Zen 2212 A.D." - Vanilla-compatible map inspired by dystopian fiction

#doom #classic doom #id software #someone else's content #doom modding #modding #wad #map or mapset

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florwal · 1 year

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Question about the your save!! For Oasis Springs, is it in a different town from Portsim? Like I know the three worlds in 1.0 are technically one town? So I was wondering if Oasis Springs was going to be a different town with, say, Del Sol Valley and Strangerville?

yeah so with portsim, all 3 worlds are the same city and close together. oasis springs, del sol valley, and strangerville are all hot climate worlds but have different terrains so my plan for them is that they’re in the same state, but they’re different cities slightly far away from each other. my idea for them is they’re gonna be fictional californian cities except del sol valley is just gonna be based off los angeles. i won’t be releasing all 3 of those at once because it would take forever + i like each town to have really in depth stories, and i have ideas where they’ll be a lot different from each other. hope that makes sense! lmao

#asks

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chaoticgeminate · 1 year

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Evening Events

Part of the Iridescence Fictional Universe Sparkling Embers Series Part Two

Pairing: Hellhound!Javi G x Half-Pixie f!Reader Series Rating: M Warnings: Toxic and abusive family, implied past bloodshed

Word Count: 2.9K

When no issues with the shipment of goods were made known you had decided it was safe to head off for your holiday, not really wanting to but knowing it was something you couldn’t miss. Not when the Queen of the Diminutive Fey so kindly offered a direct invitation, at least, and as you finished packing up you heard a low hum from the doorway as Javi took in your attire. One thing you detested about going back was the very rapidly changing dress requirements depending on your grandmother’s whim. Right now she was in a traditionalist phase, women in skirts or dresses and men in trousers sort of phase, you hated it.

You had thrown on a dress, the top half was a black turtle neck bodice while the skirt was a brown tartan pattern and a tea length, your opaque black tights and brown ankle boots completed the look and Javi tipped his head slightly.

“Traditional attire is sort of the thing with El’Anasaar right now, this is the kind of thing I’m expected to wear since it’s what the Court has made all the rage.” Your explanation earned a sympathy-laden nod, the sarcasm dripping from your voice at the end of the sentence coupled with an eye roll and shake of your head.

“You look beautiful, though you always do, but I do think I prefer your usual clothing to this. I’ll drive you to the Embassy building, Libélula, you are taking a portal there?”

With a snap of your fingers the luggage you packed began to levitate behind you as the pair of you left the bedroom to head for the front door.

“Yep, it’s the direct portal to El’Anasaar and the less traveling I have to do the better. If I were to take the Seagate Portal it would take me to the coastal city Remoria, which is a few days travel in Uhica with flying. The added hour of driving here is more than worth it.” Javi opened the passenger door for you, his rather sporty car had the convertible hood up since the weather was now in the cold season with December here at last, and your luggage fit nicely into the trunk before Javi slipped into the driver’s seat.

It was a serene drive, really, the two of you listening to music as Javi talked about his own holiday plans since it was Ellemire’s first time experiencing anything close to the mix of holidays this time of the year. You had left the gifts you’d made for everyone with Iggy and Kirial, the two bat shifters promising that none of the nosy demons would get into them early, and you wondered how the insane mix of holidays would even work.

The lesser demons and Gabriela celebrated a modernized Christmas, Iggy and Kirial celebrated Sol Invictus, you celebrated Yule, and Maggie always came by but she celebrated Saturnalia. All while Dahlia celebrated Hanukkah, her girlfriend Evaline celebrated Kwanzaa, and that made for one hell of a holiday set up at the villa that you couldn’t even begin to explain to anyone. A Christmas tree, a menorah, and a kinara all found a place of honor in the family space and the villa was decorated with amazing Christmas lights but also arrangements of lights to celebrate every holiday under its roof.

“Kirial and Iggy are going to be overwhelmed with gifts this year, I already know you went overboard without Gabriela and I there to stop you.” Javi was so generous despite his demonic heritage, he just gave and gave no matter how much or little someone needed it, and you watched his cheeks color under your suspicious stare. He tried to lie, stumbling over his words, but lying -at least to you- never worked out for him.

“You are right, I have, but it is her first SolYuChrisHanuKwaNalia!” The ridiculous holiday mash-up name had grown on you and Javi’s desire to include everyone had been the primary cause, phrases like ‘happy holidays’ always felt impersonal and at least around the Villa you had a way to include everyone with a more… heartfelt sentiment.

“Javi she’s still an infant, she won’t remember it, and by the time she’s old enough to I bet she won’t want to look at baby photos.” His pout made you hum and reach out to play with his curls, scratching gently just behind his ear, the soft huff as his lips curled into a smile made you smile too. He truly was sweet, nothing at all like what you’d been told about a lesser demon, and you knew he had his fangs in there but Javi wasn’t the type to resort to violence first.

“Libélula, you will be happy seeing your family, yes?” His genuine concern was touching and you felt your throat tighten just a little bit because of it, you’d always avoided the conversation of family with people on this side of the veil because you wanted them to be your friend because they liked you as a person and not because they wanted to gain clout or something. You supposed that must have come across as a negative thing, even though Javi disliked his own pack he didn’t avoid talking about them, and guilt shimmered through your heart.

“Probably, they’re my family. I know I don’t… really talk about it much but while our relationship is complicated it’s not completely bad.” Without telling him the entire truth you really couldn’t reassure him as well as you wanted to, and while you knew Javi probably wouldn’t think different of you if he did know it was still terrifying to face the thought of him knowing who you really were.

Silence fell between the two of you and you could tell that he wanted to ask but didn’t know how, it was probably the worst type of tension that you’d ever faced around him before.

“If you need to come back early just let me know, even if I have to come find you.” It wasn’t a vow, it wasn’t an oath, but you knew it was a promise and that he would give it to you was enough to make your heart race and your cheeks warm.

“Of course.”

Ambassador Clewyn had greeted you as calmly as they could, not a soul in the Embassy knew your status save for the Sprite across from you as you finished filling out your travel paperwork. Once the documentation for this side of the portal was done you were allowed to pass through the barrier spell around the large world tree. While there were many portals that were regulated and protected by the Consortium and the FBMI in other areas of the city this was the most central point of travel, the portals connected directly to the capitol city of each major government in the other realms.

The World Tree had been created and grown after the Sundering, the last act of the Immortals before they retreated to their own realms to allow for the wilding magic of the world -and the world itself- to heal, the twisting branches and shining green-gold leaves were hidden away within the walls of the Embassy building. Behind layers and layers of protection and masking spells, hidden from anyone that wasn’t a Se’Kvia native, and an entity of magic you were both in awe of and terrified of.

People nowadays liked to ignore the fact that wilding magic was alive, that it had a conscious and will of its own, so a large entity that was meant to house the portals between realms made of it? All it would take was the wrong comment made where those boughs could hear, where the roots could eavesdrop, and maybe that massive being would decide to send you somewhere else. At least that was your fear, your family all were convinced it was unfounded but nobody could know for sure, just because there hadn’t been tales of winding up somewhere else didn’t mean it hadn’t happened.

The Ambassador waited until you were alone to bow, their brow furrowed and lips in a tight line of clear discomfort at not addressing you by your court title, and honestly you wanted to just go back to the villa now before you even got to El’Anasaar where everyone would be doing this.

“Princess, pray forgive my rudeness in the delayed court greeting.”

“Ambassador please, there’s no need for formalities on this side of the portal I assure you. Now, I have to hurry along, keeping her Majesty waiting is something even I am not allowed to do.” You paused to rest a hand on the twisting bark of the world tree, thanking the sentient ancient for allowing you passage, and then you were floating through the portal. You felt like you were floating, your golden markings shimmering as your wings manifested behind you, and as the ever swirling images around you stabilized you took in the sight of the portal room.

In El’Anasaar the world tree was out in the open, the city as a whole blanketed in illusions and protective runes, if someone was trying to find the city and they weren’t personally invited the chance of them getting through the wards was basically slim to none. As soon as the guards turned to look they dropped into a bow and you had to bite the inside of your cheek as you nodded, chin up and expression wiped clean of anything but cool indifference.

“Princess, you look lovely.” Captain Aelle Solarian of the Dragonfly Guard -the palace guards assigned to you specifically- bowed deeply and you had to bite back the instinct to hug her. You had two whole friends on this side of the portal, Aelle and Iphigén, and the last thing you wanted to do was get either one of them into shit with your family.

“Thank you Captain.” You fell into step in front of her, your luggage floating behind the two of you, and like you’d suspected the people out on the glittering streets stopped to bow when they saw you. You’d forgotten just how shiny the city was, the light gray kyberine stone making up the walkways between the packed dirt roads shimmering like starlight because of the orbs of light atop every garland wrapped lamp post.

Since El’Anasaar was in the Summer Realms there would never be snow here, instead of falling snow there were white petals from the towering silversage trees that were scattered all around the city. The dark trunks contrasting the nearly white green leaves and the glowing white flowers, casting a summer snow across the city as you stepped up into the carriage waiting for you. Iphigén’s excited smile was hidden behind the mess of brown curls they sported, thick rim spectacles not remotely on their face, but you didn’t care at all.

Aelle slipped into the seat beside you, her twin short swords set within easy reach, and the carriage driver clicked his tongue so the tamed field blurrgs began their walk back to the palace. With the doors closed and the privacy spells in place you allowed that expression of indifference to fall away, launching yourself into Iphigén’s arms with a delighted cry, and your best friend let out a shrill cry of their own as they returned the hug.

Only after you’d spent at least five minutes clinging to Iphigén did you release them enough to breathe so you could cling to Aelle too, just happy to be with your two closest friends again after so long. You wanted to be greedy and have them join you in Se’Kvia but that would mean exposing just who you were to everyone, since there was no real justification for you to have another pixie and a fire attuned sprite tattooed with the markings of the Diminutive Fey royal guard come with you.

“So, how goes wooing the hellhound?” Iphigén wiggled their brows playfully and you felt your face warming up as you began to deny it, not wanting to even get into that discussion just yet. Aelle snorted behind her hand and nudged you, making you pout at her for not letting the subject drop.

“There is no wooing.” Your reply was mumbled, you wanted there to be wooing but it just wouldn’t work until Javi knew the truth and after that you doubted that your crush would be allowed to flourish at all. Sure you weren’t the only Princess in the Court but that didn’t mean you were free to marry and love whoever you wanted to.

“I wish they would just let you be, this is kind of bullshit. Even if the wilding magic of the Aestori Grove Barrow Den chose you to succeed the Queen your naming wouldn’t go uncontested and, unfortunately, we all know what your history of duels has been like. I don’t want to have to stop you from bleeding out again.” Iphigén’s eyes were a little hazed over as she talked, no doubt thinking of the countless times you’d been hauled to your bed chambers after the very cursory once-over by the palace healers, you detested how much your friends suffered mentally for the sheer misfortune of being in your life.

“I mean, I’ve literally been trying to abdicate my position as a potential crown Princess since I became an adult, you know that I’m doing all I can here. Can’t exactly exile myself if the Queen decides that I’m not allowed to, and hiding in Se’Kvia isn’t an option since she’d just hire the Mandalorian Hunters to bring me back if I tried to ignore her summons.” You’d been hauled back by a Mandalorian before, after trying to flee deeper into Aestoran’s continent and hide among the razormist swamp lands with the elementals and the sprites that called the lands home.

It was an embarrassment you didn’t want to face again.

By the time you reached the palace entrance, which was more like a large rounded hill covered in flowers, it was nearly dark and you had poured your whole heart out to Iphigén and Aelle about the fact that you knew Javi wanted you too and how hard it was to hold back. The blurrgs were still plenty energetic despite the trip, stamping their feet impatiently as you stepped out and bid farewell to the driver. Kuiil tipped his head and departed, leaving you forced to hold an impassive face and act like you were someone you weren’t as the wooden door swung open.

The illusions to hide the palace in case of any danger were so strong that it was almost like looking into another realm when that door opened, instead of the inside of a dirt mound you could see the glittery butter yellow marble with its vibrant green carpets woven with patterns in bright floral tones; you walked through the door and all at once the grand entryway seemed to light up as the glittering white orbs lighting the space flickered to announce your arrival.

“The wayward Princess returns home.” Your eyes lifted to the top of the stairwell where one of your numerous cousins stood, though nobody would be able to tell based on appearances with just how different all of you looked, and you bit your tongue as she looked you over with a sneer of derision that was pretty standard by this point.

“There you are, my little flutterbug.” Your mother hurried over, pulling you into a hug that made your skin crawl at the display of false affection, hiding behind her too-wide smile was the hatred she had for you and had always had for you. Flutterbug was her way of calling you a dragonfly without using the word, to mock you for the sign of your weakness and mixed blood, you hated how they kept calling you back when you just wanted to be left alone.

All you were to them was the ass of a joke.

“Hello mother.” Just like that she released you and stepped back, now that you’d greeted her, and that fake smile was still very present on her face.

“We should really hurry to the throne room, please handle my daughter’s bags.” The head butler nodded and bowed, walking away with your bags to take them to your room, and you were very suspicious of the cheery behavior. Not that she’d ever actually tell you why she was so happy but it was concerning, especially with your cousin’s smirk growing wider as she fell into step beside you.

The throne room was as large and opulent as ever, filled with people, and you felt the weight of everyone’s stare as you were announced; your grandmother rose as your walked across the room and you almost didn’t notice the man waiting at the base of the short flight of steps. But you ignored his presence, dropping into a curtsy, and masking your voice from the anger and irritation that threatened to fill it.

“My Queen, it is an honor to have received a personal invitation for this year’s Yule festivities.” A slender hand lifted your chin, making you stand straight, and your grandmother looked you over with that indifference you knew her for and the same indifference you’d taught yourself to utilize.

“There are more than just Yule festivities, child. A suitor has asked for your hand, and after considering I have approved. I would like you to meet your fiancé, Lord Thaddeus Clement ne’Rahne.” The man you had ignored offered a smile, his eyes taking in the sight of you, and your heart dropped to the floor.

“No. I refuse.”

Your words caused a hush to fill the room and you could hear the scandalized whispers starting.

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the-antiapocalyptic-man · 2 years

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Planet Master and Ruin, two of Captain Comet’s greatest and deadliest foes

Irving Norbert was an average astronomer until experiments on an abnormal space rock--what would come to be known as K-Metal or Kryptonite--released morphogenetic gases that transformed him into one of the first “Meteor Freaks” who would serve as Adam Blake’s most consistent foes. Unlike most other Meteor Freaks, Norbert had a range of powers he could access one at a time, which his mind interpreted as connect to specific planets in the Sol System as his psyche struggled to come to terms with his body’s emerging post-human status. The previously withdrawn scientist became boisterous and hammy, committing bizarre thematic crimes that wouldn’t be one of place in the art-gangster scenes of Gotham City or the House of Gambi’s Keystone-Central presence and perpetuation of thematic crime. Between fugues where he would fully become “The Planet Master” Norbert would find love with his long-time assistant and colleague, Edward Burke. After Burke’s death while wearing the Planet-Master armor--an attempt to drawn the attention of the Kobra Kult away from his partner--Norbert became completely lost in the Planet Master persona, leading to a final war between himself, Blake, and the members of the Inverse Society.

Alexander “Xander” Allston, supposedly the leader of the Inverse Society cult after the death of his father, was really the heavy to the cult’s true leaders: his twin sister Alexandra “Ally” Allston and her chief lieutenant, Chloe Sullivan. Using Sullivan’s success as a journalist and public speaker to recruit both active and covert meteor freaks, Allston convinced Inverse convert and former respected academic Dr. Emil Gargunza Hamilton to build a suit of armor and permanently graft her brother into it. Based in the image of the demon “Ruin” the armor was partially mechanical, and partially a mystical artifact meant to channel the member of the Five Inversion that the cult worshipped, much in the way the Church of Blood was reverential to Atros. The cult had some additional backing from “Curtis Knox” an associate of the Luthor family who was independently wealthy through unknown means, but is now believed to be a pseudonym for the immortal warlord known as Vandal Savage. While Ally had obscured Xander’s true nature--as well as her own--up to this point, surviving correspondence between Knox and Hamilton confirms the “twins” weren’t siblings at all, but multiversal variants, Xander likely kidnapped from his world by Ally and Sullivan for use as a weapon by the cult.

Like Blake himself, much of this history is curiously lost to the popular imagination, remember as the fictionalized “Captain Comet vs The Meteor Freaks” films. The return of Blake to modern-day Earth caused memories of the cult to re-emerge among citizens of Midvale and Smallville...as well as John Doe in Arkham Asylum to become responsive for the first time in years...

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crimeronan · 1 year

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hi!!! do you have any writing or anything abt those characters nova, sol, devin, and ruby? im scrolling thru ur tags trying to figure out what their deal is lol

(also that luz + hunter qpr fic you wrote permanently changed my brain chemistry. thank you for putting it into the world. undoubtedly one of my fav owl house fics ive ever read)

oh thank you so much re: the owl house fic!! i love luz and hunter so Much and want to write like 100,000 more words about them

i don't have a whole lot of new snippets to post of the original fiction project but you can look thru my tag for it to see some notes and scenes drafted over the past ~3 years. granted, the project has evolved a lot since i started writing it, so plenty of stuff is no longer canon-accurate!

that said, it's been a while since i talked about these characters and the story they're in, so!

like most of my owl fics (and fics for other fandoms), it's a story that's largely about grief and chronic illness; it's also a story about power and what people do with it

without getting too heavily into plot spoilers, the main cast are:

sol (she/her): full name "winter solstice," certified loner bitch with very clear Issues. she has a stranglehold on the sex work industry in her fictional city in this fictional world & very little interest in ceding that power. she's originally from a place that has been blighted by famine & has a bunch of trauma from all kinds of sources, nowadays she only trusts two people in the entire world fully -- devin and ruby. also, she hates nova's guts and wants nova dead in the most grisly way possible.

ruby (she/her): full name "ruby sunrise," hails from the same place and cultural background as sol, shares her native language and her traditions. ruby cares more than sol about preserving both sides of her heritage & culture (she's biracial), and she's very invested in kindness and decency. what she wants more than anything is to leave a positive mark on the world, but she's lonely and lacks a lot of the support she needs. she loves both sol and devin fiercely.

devin (he/they/she): in pain pretty much constantly because of a chronic illness that's Supposed to be a "blessing"; they're a powerful magician who functions as the reincarnation of a god. this position comes with a lot of responsibilities and varying miseries. devin has made a lot of questionable choices in her quest for autonomy and for making the world better; nowadays she spends a lot of time helping sol do grisly crimes and trying to protect underprivileged people. all while knowing that their magic is a terminal autoimmune disease.

nova (she/her): like devin, she functions as the reincarnation/personification of a god. because of this, she and devin are fated soulmates, which she is determined to honor even though devin hates her and does not want to be her soulmate and has made no secret of that. she comes from a privileged background with an idyllic childhood, tons of adult support, and very little strife. she believes that the best thing that she can do is serve her purpose of preserving the status quo, and she's Extremely Vexed when people make this harder for her. also believes she can outrun the autoimmune part of her magic with yoga and jogging.

all four of them function in my usual sweet spot of "people who all kind of suck and are making kind of terrible terrible decisions, but who are also doing the best they can with what they have." and. i love them

#none of the characters have 1 to 1 analogues with fic characters But if i had to pick from my toh fic narration #ruby is most similar to luz; devin is most similar to darius probably; nova is most similar to... i think eda?? the flippancy and inability #to be serious. sol CERTAINLY doesn't have an analogue because she's decidedly worse than anyone in toh but i guess #she'd be most similar to hunter. except specifically defensive angry hunter saying the most vicious things possible #i've made jokes in the past about sol and belos having the same personality which. still holds up. thank god she doesnt have children #replies #they're all a lot more complex and have more complicated/messy relationships to each other than these summaries can cover #but this is the shape of it!#original fiction #original fiction triad

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amanita-the-spore-druid · 2 months

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Short sci-fi story

An Expedition in the Demonia Anomaly was probably the worst mistake the Galactic Council authorized. It was 2155, nearly 100 years since Earth's discovery. The crew consisted of three Humans, all Terrans from some desert region in what they nebulously call The East, a Derovian male descended from an invasion deserter and from the Jupiter colony in Sol, and a Glastanoi linguist who ironically spent her whole life on Salis-Zevrum before the mission.

The living conditions on board the Enterprise were uncomfortable for everyone. The Enterprise was a research ship, built for a sterile environment and heavy carrying capacity. As such, the temperatures were far too cold for everyone. The Humans drank a deep brown tea that supposedly had a stimulating alkaloid in it. The thick leathery skin of Derovian's was luckily perfectly adapted for far lower climates. It was the Glastanoi, however, who had it the hardest. As an amphibian, she had to spent a majority of time in her bunk under a heat lamp and took the blankets of unoccupied bunks.

The Demonia Anomaly was a section of the outer galaxy shrouded in an impossibly massive nebula of Demonia; an exotic matter that is triggered to Warp space for faster than light travel. While passive In space, CMB radiation is however enough to make it warp photons and distort any attempts to view it. An ancient extinct species on the other end of the galaxy had supposed data logs saying to avoid the Anomaly at all costs. They also showed images of robots that vaguely resembled the Machina Sapenis who requested the Expedition.

It was over a month of travel, longer than most of the crew had ever traveled in warp space at once. The rest of the crew barely had time to think about such technology before alien intervention introduced it, but the Human’s made light of every detail of the ship in reference to classical films about such technology. Some of these fictions, including ones with FTL travel spoke of the incredible lengths of time it took to travel. While they were usually way off, traversing galaxies in months on occasion, it was still so funny to the humans how right they were. “True science fiction is predicting the traffic jam not the automobile.” one quoted.

“And what the hell is an automobile?” Asked the Glastanoi, the translator hardly doing justice to her confusion. The Humans tried and, poorly, explained cars. “So imagine a cart, but with two more wheels. And you sat in it, and electricity- " “Or explosions.” one added, “Pushed it.” the last finished. The Derovian and Glastanoi, born to species with century long feuds, bonded over a Confusion in humanity.

“Why not just walk?” Asked the Glastanoi, dumbfounded as the Remervan and Glastanoi were so muscular and had such a metabolism that after road building and maintaining was done with ease most people simply walked between cities. With enough rest stops to keep less endurant species going. “Well Humans didn't have the energy to do that most of the time.” “Also maintaining waking roads has been a bit of a problem historically.”

“What about trains? Long distance, and a road that doesn't need to be protected for the most part.” Asked the Derovian, who grew up not only on a colony centered around efficient transit but hearing tales of the homeworld built with such accessibility in mind. “Well trains are a lot, you know?” “True, makes sense these automobiles would be invented first.” the three Humans looked at each other in silence.

They all signed a massive breath of relief when the system computer alerted them that they entered a range of a location they were set to. It was on the ancient species’ maps, which shockingly also used the same 3D plane and used the same origin (Sagittarius A). As they stepped to the bridge to view around them, the crew regretted agreeing to come.

All around them was torn up machines. Robots in a hardly canine, or even lizard like, with charred osnium plating from the looks of it. Wires and components lay astrewn, bits of and flickers of plasma as the electricity ignited gasses and Demonia. And all 5 agreed, that looking at the machines gave a soul filled feeling like looking at a living thing. Even the Humans, known for paranoia due to something they called the ‘uncanny valley’ felt this to the fullest. Perhaps more than the others.

And the creature at the center. About the size of a Dwarf planet, was an unexplainable mass of light. Everyone understood it. It shifted, looking like an angel or demon to the Humans, what the Glastanois called Vama the goddess who sent the nature mothers orders to the lower gods, and the Derovians knew as a servant of the Heavenly Bureaucrat. It pulsed strong radioactive energy, at the same rate as a human heart beat, and was emitting energy.

That's what it was, energy. They could only say as much, because aside from the bright light the human saw, the Glastanoi who saw infrared and heat waves saw a burning and almost Blinding warmth, whilst Derovian saw ultraviolet and was given a headache behind his third eye. There was constant shifts in the gas, reactions and decay at random with no pace, and then the pulse of the nuclear radiation increased. Like it became excited

The ship detected sound waves, repetitive in a pattern and rhythm and put it on a spectrophotometer. They played it, a song? Laughter. They tried to turn on the Demonia drive, but something wasn't working. Upon inspection they realized, the energy from the anti-matter reaction wasn't releasing. The everything went silent, and then.

The power shut off, and so did the lights from everyone's eyes.

The angel was hungry, and soon enough these ships could feed him faster than it take the robots to recreate again.

Sorry if u read it, erm kinda mid but I was bored and love this setting

#scifi #science fiction #writeblr #queer writers #space travel #sorry for spelling mistakes #sorry for major lack of context

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