#pulsar rambles
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been thonking... wonder if i could get away with fusing my extinction headworld/lore with my broken horizon headworld/lore since the main focus of both of them is dragons.
pros: many dragons to interact with each other. a world on the scale of what i originally envisioned for both stories
cons: there is some conflicting lore :( and i would like the extinction chars to keep the focus on gladiator fighting, while also keeping the other ocs focus on exploration and flight racing
#also i should give new extinction a new title to differentiate it from my comic x)#though if i turn both things into one i will keep the broken horizon title#thunderclap#tbh i thought there were more cons but the more i think about it the more that i think i could pull it off#also i have been thinking about it and i think i want alex and octane to fight. theyre both flame demons. theyre both radioactive#white and black. a pulsar ready to go supernova and a dead star reborn as a black hole. ITS SO OBVIOUS....#unrelated but i have also been wanting to change challenger deeps title as well. its not that i dont like it but it does reference somethin#that exists irl so im not sure if its a good move to keep it named as such. since itd be like having a fantasy novel named smth like#the yellowstone park. which yea sounds cool but its smth that exists. so i dont know hmmmmmm#oc ramble#just so i dont lose this idk
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Hello there! You've been visited by the random question fairy! ~ ☆
What is your character's living situation like? Do they enjoy where they live? Would they change anything about their living situation?
oh! I've been blessed with the presence of the question fairy!
Not sure which characters this refers to, so I'm gonna go with both my ocs and my witch au cuz I wanna ramble more about those!
Alright, so Loup Doop and Bloo share an empty broom closet close to Loup Doop's station. It's...not terrible. They're not really held as highly as any of the Glamrocks or even the Daycare Attendant, so they try to just be happy they aren't bunched with the staffbots or the endos. They tried decorating it with some stuff: Bloo has a collection of Daycare souvenirs he stores behind some of the boxes, plus some old plushies and fun looking toys he managed to scrounge up at the Lost and Found. Loop Doup doesn't really own much, and most of her stuff is just extra parts or small scraps of paper and drawings the DA made for her. She has a small shelf she set up for her borrowed books and little projects. Were it up to them, they would have definitely changed their living space, moved out of the Pizzaplex and never looked back, but they know they're stuck here, so they try to make the best of it. They've tried staying the night in the Daycare, but even if they could override Sun's protocols, the security guard always manages to drag them out. Pulsar doesn't really live anywhere; it just hangs around its designated stations for the night.
For the Witch Au:
Sun and Moon live off the edge of town, a good twenty miles out. Moon set up a defense system to keep people from noticing a random cottage in the middle of nowhere. Though Sun isn't always home, it's all they've had for years, and neither of them would trade it for anything else.
Earth lives across the woods, so fairly far from the boys' cottage and extremely far from town. She estimates having been there for perhaps 6 or 7 years. The cottage seems older than her, though, and she quickly gets to work on personalizing it and making it her own. It's her pride and joy, along with the garden. After the mishap with the woods, she doesn't really leave much, so she's never known any other home. Anything she wants to change, she can, so she doesn't see a reason to leave or go out to see the world. She has everything she wants, and though she does sometimes find herself wanting more, she's never really taken that step. (A merchant stops by one day and sets out to change that...so does another, far more dangerous entity...)
Eclipse lives in the original cottage. Unlike Moon, he never left home when KC disappeared, a decision he almost regrets. He absolutely loathes the place; it reeks of old memories and rancid emotions and broken promises, all the things he would rather forget piled neatly in one place. The first thought on his mind after acquiring the amulet was finding a new place to live, somewhere far away from the past and truly fit for him. In spite of all his hatred towards it, however, he's never actually made any attempts to change anything; everything is in it's place, just as KC left it. Though all of his belongings are scattered and discarded half-hazardly throughout the place, everything else is left untouched, save for some dutiful vacuuming and dusting. The door to the old room upstairs remains closed and locked. Lunar asks him why thick layers of dust only seem to coat certain objects. Eclipse refuses to explain himself. He hates trying to explain the meaning behind it, and he refuses to acknowledge how sentimental he is.
The Blood Twins live in the woods between the boys' and Earth's cottage, the woods that Earth accidentally grew that one time. They hate it with a passion, not because of the place itself, but because they remain trapped there. Due to the nature of the field surrounding the woods that Sun set up for Earth, they are bound to that plane and cannot leave unless summoned, and while they hate summonings, anything is better than the rotting wood and dying green. Fortunately and unfortunately, this latest summoning has given them many new liberties that they are quick to indulge in...
#asks#personal#witch au#tsams au#my ocs#loup doop#loop doup#bloo#pulsar#THANK YOU FOR THE ASK#I VERY MUCH APPRECIATE IT#rambles
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michael is like a star because his death was like a supernova. ran out of fuel collapsed in on himself and blew up
#sorry i've been listening to the lgm 1 pulsar for the last hour and a half because it's like a heartbeat and i started thinking again#kate rambles#michael
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If pulsars have a million fans, then I am one of them. If pulsars have ten fans, I am one of them. If pulsars have only one fan, then that is me. If pulsars have no fans, then I am no longer on this earth. If the world is against pulsars, then I am against the world.
#Kepler rambles#space things#literally they are so cool wtf-#i gotta focus i’m shifting into pulsar fangirl mode
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Through Your Eyes/ Third Wheel/ “You know I ramble when I’m nervous.”
Art:
@candy-san1: Third Wheel/Through Your Eyes on Tumblr and Instagram
@cessmaga: Stars/Through Your Eyes on Tumblr
@pulsar-1919: Sci-Fi on Tumblr (One and Two)
@itemreceived: “You know I ramble when I’m nervous.” on Tumblr and Instagram
summersolitudee: Sci-Fi on Instagram
Fic:
Día 5: Tercera rueda by HisoNao
Hal maldice haber acompañado a Oliver con su cita con Dinah, eventualmente los pierde y no puede encontrarse más desesperado hasta que la comida se atraviesa en su camino y un cajero rubio disipa su enojo.
(Via Google Translate: Cursing Hal for accompanying Oliver on his date with Dinah, he eventually loses them and can find himself no more desperate until food comes his way and a blonde cashier dispels his anger.)
Entropy (Has Got Nothing on Us) Ch5 by @roboticnebula
Snapshots of Hal and Barry’s life together.
Just the Two of Us (We Can Make It If We Try) Ch6 by @layspotatochipabs
Bruce stalks Hal and Barry. He's so fucking done with their flirting; why can't they just get together?
If they don't, he'll resort to writing fanfics about them violence (telling them about their mutual feelings).
Onward to the Horizon by @chocolateteapotsvis
Five days, three Kaiju, and eleven collective hours of sleep.
It’s one more fight. They just need to pull through.
(Pacific Rim AU)
Peak Romance is Drooling on a Pillow Ch4 by @lesbiansforhalbarry
What do you do when your future-in-law despises you?
Watching from the Sidelines by @unknownuncut
Nora realizes that Barry is going to be okay.
Halbarry Week So Far!
Day 1 Recap
Day 2 Recap
Day 3 Recap
Day 4 Recap
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hi, um, zen? whats your favorite constellation? (also i love you bye)
Zen’s face glows at your last words.
“Oh, uh… Sorry, we’ve just met so uh…” He trails off awkwardly. He then shakes his head, the glowing dimming down.
“Uh, it would be Vulpecula. Did you know that the first pulsar and the first millisecond pulsar were discovered in Vulpecula? Also did you know…”
Zen then goes to ramble more about Vulpecula and what pulsars are.
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What do you have to say about space radiation? 🎤
Oh! OH! YES!
there are three general types of radiation:
first off, there’s alpha radiation, which are the nuclei of helium atoms. this type of radiation can’t penetrate anything, but can be quite harmful if it’s introduced into someone’s body through their mouth/nose/an open wound. uranium is an example of alpha radiation.
next are beta rays, which are actually ejected electrons from atoms. beta particles can travel through the first layer of human skin, unlike alpha radiation, but it actually tends to do less damage to tissues. it can cause skin injuries if there’s prolonged exposure, but it can be blocked by most clothing.
the final type of radiation is gamma rays, and this is where things start to get really interesting. gamma rays are emitted by all the super hot stuff in our solar system: neutron stars, pulsars, supernova explosions, etc. gamma rays are the most dangerous type of radiation, and can penetrate most materials. meaning, they can pass through human skin all the way to your vital organs and can do some real harm, such as ionizing DNA and causing genetic mutations, such as cancer. in order to block gamma radiation, several inches of lead or water, or several feet of concrete are needed.
in space, gamma radiation is everywhere. for a short-term journey in space, the radiation exposure might cause some radiation sickness (which normally manifests in throwing up) and a slightly higher risk of cancer for the astronauts, but won’t do a ton of damage. for reference, a six month trip will expose an astronaut to around 1,000 milliseiverts (mSv) of radiation, and the threshold for cancer risk is around 100mSv.
as time in space extends, however, (and depending on where astronauts are stationed - a day on europa would expose someone to 5400 mSv of radiation, but a day on earth exposes someone to a tiny fraction of a mSv of radiation) astronauts will be at greater and greater danger of radiation sickness and cancer. in order to protect from this, hypothetical long term missions have capsules layered with lead or aluminum, and habitats covered in ice in order to shield from radiation.
radiation is a super interesting topic imo, but at this point i’m just rambling with no specific goal in mind lol. thanks anon for the excuse to infodump!!
#thank you so so much for the ask anon!!!!!!!!#happy flapping my hands at you#infodump#radiation#space#special interest tag
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i’m so fucking excited for this astrophysics news coming out like friday of this week jesus christ. i can’t even sleep. back when i was eleven i told my entire family (basically anyone that would listen to me ramble on about stars) i wanted to be an astrophysicist and i’m a nurse now but god i still want to be an astrophysicist that shit is so cool
like are we going to be told the universe is older than we think? did we prove string theory? do we know why we can see galaxies with jwst that shouldn’t exist? or what they really are, if not galaxies? i know this has something to do with pulsar timing arrays and gravitational waves. what did we find?
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scene outtakes
alternates of the last chapter/scene of On the use of pulsar-based navigation for small spacecraft
It takes a lifetime for the search party to dock. The pilots stream from the airlock past you, their faces bright, clapping each other on the back, raising acknowledging waves when they see you. You wait on the shipside of the airlock, the caffeine in your system leaving your nerves buzzing like an electrified fence. Maybe just the caffeine.
“You should be there, when they dock,” Communications Officer Vainamoinen had said through the Com, his voice distracted. “I think--I think we found him, Williams.”
The captain is in the last group to the airlock, her and Pilot Bausch Zwingli and--
Pale face, blue lips, his glasses gone, his hair standing on end, supported on both sides by the captain and the pilot.
He sees you, stares blankly.
Not surprising, since you’re doing the same.
“...Alfred.” Alfred. Suddenly your electric nerves get a power surge. “Alfred!” Sprinting full force at him feels like gravity’s off, and laughing hysterically you land with arms around all three of them the instant they’re on the other side of the airlock. “Alfred!”
“Officer Williams,” the Captain says, grinning and tired-eyed, “Help us get this man to Med Bay.”
You take the place of Pilot Zwingli and support your brother’s weight to the corridor and the elevator beyond until he can stand with only your shoulder to lean on. It feels like Alfred weighs less than an empty space suit, and he’s cold all the way through. But he’s here.
Dizzy and giddy and rambling, you maneuver him through the corridor by yourself. “I never believed you were gone for real. You’re too crazy to go out like that, in a crash like that…” How did you survive? Do you hurt somewhere? Are you okay?
His head swivels, taking in the utilitarian and empty passageway, and he only swallows hard in response to you.
Quieter, you say, “I’m...so glad you’re back, Al. I’m so glad you’re alive.”
Still staring, he says, “I am too...?”
“...It’s me,” you say. “It’s Matthew; I’m your brother.”
His wide, blank eyes scan you back and forth, then he grins--too wide, too uncertain. “Yes, I know. Matthew. I’m so glad.”
It’s your brother’s voice, a little hoarse but definitely his. It’s his voice, but not his...not his way of speaking.
It’s...not not-normal for someone who’s been so recently traumatized and under so much stress to sound unusual. Of course his brain’s working in fractured ways, he’s dehydrated, probably hypothermic, possibly concussed; your medical training knows that much just from holding him up and helping him walk. And it’s not as if he didn’t remember your name.
He just isn’t thinking straight.
It’s not as if he doesn’t know you.
He clutches your shoulder as you open the Med Bay portal, says with ice-cold breath buffeting your cheek, ”I don’t think so, Matthew.”
“It’s alright, Al,” you say, but he’s suddenly heavier on your shoulder than he has been, more than you can drag with you alone. “We’ll--just a quick scan, we’ll find out what’s happened to you and--”
The grip on your shoulder turns painful. “I don’t think so, Matthew.”
“Alfred.” Holding him by the shoulders, you say it like your mother would’ve.
His smile, if it is a smile, is tight and too broad, almost corpse-like. The whites of his eyes shine, huge in his pallid face. He pants through his nose, like an animal, refusing to move a single step. The blood crusted on the side of his face cracks as he works his jaw, and a trickle drips down again.
“...Alfred, please,” you say. “You’re hurt. I won’t let anything else happen to you, I swear--” It comes out of your mouth before you think the words in entirety.
He licks blue lips with a blue tongue. “...You’re my brother?” he asks.
Alfred, pale and bleeding. How did you survive three days on an asteroid with no food--or water--or air--
“...I’m your brother,” you say, slowly, something in your chest shifted out of place. “I found your homing signal. I found you, and made sure they picked you up. I’m your brother, Alfred.”
His electric blue eyes, pupils pinpointed and twitching, run over your face. His arm across your shoulders clutches you even closer than before, crushing your ribs. He licks his lips again.
...Are you sure?
You hate yourself for the thought. Of course it’s Alfred.
Of course you’re happy he’s back.
Still panting, tensed like a cornered animal, Alfred says, “Then take me to the engine room.”
“It’s---” You try to drag him, but he drops his weight, nearly pulls you off balance. “You need medical help. I’ll help you, Alfred!”
Eyes darting wildly, he shoves you back and flattens himself against the wall.
“Al--”
When you reach for him he shies away, snarls.
Alfred, his brilliant self-assured smile as you turn away. Gone, and in its place something feral, alien.
Your brother’s face haunts you for the rest of your life.
[a/n ok but what I wanted was Alfred to pretend to be Normal!Alfred but subtly be off, and there’s a question of whether Matt is paranoid or Alfred isn’t Alfred anymore. Also include the podships’ designs more, like maybe he was tuning up the gyroscopes or something and that’s why he was spinning so close to the ship to test it out, or have dream-Matt say something like ‘you need to work on those safety features if you can hit your head that hard!’ or something]
Med Officer Vargas is on shift and your hands are shaking too hard to be useful, so you let Lovino do Alfred’s diag scan while you stand there grinning like a fool.
Lovino reads the scanner with a horrified grimace. “Maddone--you should be dead, Jones.”
Typical Vargas. But at the sound of his name, Alfred frowns and searches the ceiling for a second, like he almost remembers it from somewhere but can’t place it.
After opening and closing his mouth several times, he just says, “Y-yeah. I know.”
How did you survive? Do you hurt somewhere? Are you okay? You say, “I’m...so glad you’re back, Al. I’m so glad you’re alive.”
Still uncertain, he says, “I am too...?”
“...Mattie,” you say. “I’m Matthew; I’m your brother.”
Vargas flits around him with gauze patches and drapes a space blanket over him. To you Lovino says, “He’s hypothermic as fuck, and he’s got a concussion. I’m gonna get the brainwave scanner, you might wanna--you know,” and he gestures for you to sit next to Alfred.
You get up on the bench beside him, wrap the silvery blanket around both of you and put your arm around his freezing shoulders.
Alfred just looks you up and down, face still blank.
You offer him a smile, try to be friendly. “I never believed you were gone for real. You’re too crazy to go out like that, in a crash like that…”
One side and then the other of Alfred’s mouth twitches back, like he’s trying to smile too.
Lovino comes back with the brainwave scanner, tries to hook it up to Alfred’s skull, but Al flinches back.
“...It’s okay, Al,” you say, “You’ve got a concussion, this’ll tell us how to help you.”
“I don’t think so,” Alfred says, more firmly than he has since he’s been back.
Vargas looks unimpressed, and says, “We can just give you a brain transplant, huh? Shut up and hold still, Jones.”
You hold Al by the shoulders--but he shoves you off, shows his teeth at Vargas like an animal.
When you reach for his shoulders again, he glares, panting, wide-eyed.
It’s not...it’s not not-normal, for a person who’s been so recently traumatized to still be in fight-or-flight mode, especially if they’re in pain, especially if they’ve taken brain damage.
“...Alfred,” you say, gently.
His eyes scan your face, he swallows hard, and then he says, “...You’re my brother?”
“Yes.” You nod, you reach for him.
His feral expression is...so alien, on Alfred. You’ve seen him scared, and hurt. This is...this is so much more than that.
His tongue pokes out, licks his lips. After a long moment he says, “...Are you sure?”
His brilliant grin, the sparkle in his eyes as you turn away. Gone, to an animalistic snarl.
Your brother’s face haunts you for the rest of your life.
I liked the way I wrote Lovino but the point of the story was Matt’s view of Alfred & I wanted the focus to just be on the two of them. I also wanted it to be entirely up in the air whether Alfred came back or not and thought these were too obviously ‘not,’ but then the other version (the final one minus the ‘flash forward’ and spoopy found footage horror tropes) was too “He’s just standing there...menacingly!” and that is one of my biggest horror pet peeves. So we went with spoopy.
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if gerry and jon had gotten more than 10 posthumous minutes of interaction they would have been utterly unstoppable and the fact that they did NOT get that chance to bond and be friends and maybe definitely kiss is a crime and a sin
#you ever project so hard you give jon archivist your Exact Glasses including the chain#as well as the low-level astronomy fixation that your parents killed by turning it into yet another STEM thing for college apps#anyway jongerry RIGHTS#not pictured is the second half of the date where they're in a cafe and gerry rambles about paint-making#pulsars r cool okay the lighthouse metaphor is fun#anyway#tma#tma fanart#the magnus archives#gerry keay#jonathan sims#jongerry#oh look i drew something#layers are cool#infodumping to someone and/or listening to someone infodump is something that can be so intimate#(citation: this is what every single interaction i have with my irl friends is like)#god there is so much projection in this image#these tags are way too long i'm sorry#ID in reblogs
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Something about the Foundation is really funny to me, in an ironic way.
Like, their purpose is to secure, contain, and protect anomalies, right? Things that can't be explained by conventional science.
Essentially, things that prove conventional science to be wrong. Hear me out.
If something exists, than it must be, logically speaking, possible, right? If it's possible, than that must mean it follows the laws which govern the universe - the True Laws.
The laws of science are merely humans' attempts to understand the True Laws. In science-speak, accuracy is how close a test result is to the "accepted value" instead of the "true value". This is because it is basically impossible to know the truth. Things are never proved true, only not proven false.
If something exists - the very fact itself making it explainable by the universe's science - but cannot be explained by our science, than that must mean one of these sciences is wrong. The universe's science is never wrong.
Therefore, the SCP Foundation is containing a bunch of stuff who's presence in the universe prove conventional science to be wrong. All for the sake of "normalcy".
They are trying to maintain normalcy, when the human race doesn't even understand what normalcy is. What normalcy should be. Nothing is anomalous.
#long post#chaotic ramblings#it just#makes no sense#they are actively hindering humanity's progress in our quest to make our science as close to true science as possible#i mean#pulsars used to be an scp#friggin uranium used to be an scp#it's hilarious#scp foundation#what is real
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Profile Info, I guess
Right, um. Hi, call me minute, I guess that works. I go by she/her. I post literally whatever comes to mind, which is mostly the fnaf DCA fandom and TSAMS, with some other things here and there. I am also really big on philosophy though, so look out for some random polls every now and then. Also a big book nerd, and I wear that title proudly.
Asks are currently open, will close if I get anything that contradicts my rules:
To be 100 percent clear, no racism, sexism, queerphobia, extremism, etc. I support LGBTQ+ communities, all that fun stuff. Also, no sexual crap on here, please. If you're into that, okay, just don't be on here because I'm not. (Seriously, do NOT interact at ALL if that kinda stuff is what’s on your blog, please and thank you.)
Edit: askbox is open for small doodle requests if anyone wants to drop in for that-will take requests for my aus or for characters in general (as long as I know abt their existence)! Will close the askbox if anything contradicts the rules above.
Fic:
Where the Stars Don't Shine: (small DCA x reader fic, currently on pause because of irl stuff). Link for tumblr post blurbs is here, ao3 link is here.
My Ocs:
Pulsar
Loop Doup & Bloo
My AUs:
Narnia Au: we put the dca boys into the lion the witch and the wardrobe and then gavem moral dilemmas
Witch Au: tsams au but it’s all witchy twitchy
Su au (very dead, but I still have ideas about it)
Truman Show au: in witch fnaf sun experiences psychological horror
Dentist Au: tsams au where eclipse retires and gets into the medical field
winnie the pooh au : utter bullshit ramble but shut up we all have that One Idea don't we-pooh goes on an adventure @ the plex
Any other written ideas go under an 'au idea' or 'drabbles' tag (they're not drabbles, but that's where they go), and any drawings I make are under ‘crappy doodles’.
#pinned post#very very similar to the old one but I think information is sorted better here#it's still missing something but that can wait#my ocs#pulsar#pulsar the wifi router#loup doop#loop doup#bloo#narnia au#witch au#truman show au#dentist au#where the stars don't shine#crappy doodles#winnie the pooh au#asks#my sona
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They’re last name is milk
They are last name is milk
#<3#pulsar milk#Friends call them milk#Q tries to and gets punted to the ort cloud#HAHDJSJFJSNF#Indic0lite#nebula rambles
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sCREAMING
#/pos#an astronomy podcast i like has an episode about neutron stars#and they got an interview with jocelyn bell burnell !!#(she discovered pulsars)#i’m so excited i LOVE jocelyn bell burnell#i gotta focus i’m shifting into pulsar fangirl mode#space things#Aelan rambles
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As someone who used to identify only as a bi trans man as a 13/14 year old and now identifies with several micro labels as a 17/18 year old, micro labels or mogai identities are not the bane of the LGBT community and they are not a symptom or internalized homophobia/transphobia. Identifying with micro labels has helped me with and taken away my internalized transphobia/biphobia. I love myself more than I ever have and I continue to love myself more and more every day as the person I am and will be.
#mud rambles#identifying as a demiguy pretty much took away my hypermasculinity#as well as mascflux#identifying with pulsaric and aceflux have taken away my fear that i wasnt enough as a bi person#and yeah if i wanted to i could just say i was a bi nonbinary guy and thats it however#using microlabels is a comfort to me and it makes me feel nice to have more specific terms for my gender and orientation#honestly the only micro label ill admit is iffy is shit like homoflexible
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Apparently I need to research casinos and gambling stuff much more because I had an idea for a troll who deals cards and got entirely too interested in the rules they follow for how far past my bedtime it is lol
#I was messing around in character creators to wait out a storm and wound up going ‘star themed dealer troll’ and um. their name very much#might be Orion Pulsar#Solars is also a super cool name tho#anyways. I’m very tired rn but if I remember tomorrow I’ll make my email draft rambles coherent and post them here if anyone wants to do#anything w it beyond just like. me rotating it in my brain#hopefully I’ll be able to rp again soon so I can like. do stuff w them. but my hopes aren’t high Bc I’m Overwhelmed by a lot lately#might put some more weight onto solars or smth tha orion Bc as much as I love Orion as a name… I do very much have a non troll oc named#Orion. and I get anxious abt having characters that share a first name. especially if I know before really dedicating to a name 😅
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