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insects and space reblogs

[bug-and-space]

Any reblogs referring to the Galaxians or Novation species are referring to the content created by @packedlunchmeat.

Here is a reblog of an explanation of the species from her.

This post will be edited as any other important posts get made.

[lovingexotics]

Lotaphora admirabilis

Source: Here

[rubicunda]

Eudaemonia argus (Pink silk)

photo: Pamsai

Native to Sub-Saharan Africa, Eudaemonia argus, sometimes called the pink silk moth, of the Saturniidae family is a large moth with elongated hindwing tails. Long tails such as these are thought to be a defense mechanism against predators, like bats. They deflect sonar away from their body and towards the tail ends. Moths can survive after losing these ends, though it has been observed that their flight speed can be affected.

[art-of-alpacitha]

*puts this down and hides under a rock again*

Click for quality

Character: Hafu, by me

Species: Novation, @packedlunchmeat

[figdays]

Moth Wings // Fairykill

x // x // x 

x // x // x

[ghostlysea]

aww nasa has a page for space technology terms you can use in science fiction

nerds

[ceruleancynic]

THIS IS THE BEST THING

AAAAAAHHH

[cutting-you-off-deactivated2020]

Holy crap!!

[hoursgoneby]

A comprehensive list of sci-fi particles is available at a STARTREK site on the Internet.

NASA linked to Star Trek for reference. That…that satisfies me on a deeply nerdy level I have heretofore never experienced.

[alkalamity]

Everyone say hi to Auber and Leaf’s parents.

y’all already know the drill novations and galaxians are owned by @packedlunchmeat​!! please go ask her if you have any questions abt the species or lore!

[alkalamity]

They’re getting ready for the ball!

Leaf belongs to @packedlunchmeat also delphi created novations so go ask her if you have any questions!

[art-of-alpacitha]

Tea time~!

A commission for the lovely @alkalamity !

Characters:

Left - (Novation) Hiero, @alkalamity

Right - (Novation) Viscosi, me

The Novation species was created by and belongs to @packedlunchmeat, please go check out her blog ^-^

[starlite-writes]

OC introduction!!

This is Asirli!! They're a butterfly Novation, and a blueprintist and mapmaker!

The Novation species was created by @packedlunchmeat!!

[thehellishtrinity]

((y’all are not ready for bugy hiero

novations are a species that belong to @packedlunchmeat !))

[alkalamity]

Would you dance with them?

hello hello novations and galaxians are owned by @packedlunchmeat​!! please go ask her if you have any questions abt the species or lore!

[alkalamity]

Auber’s ball fit. If there’s anything to know about Auber, it’s that they have at least 15 knives hidden on them at all times.

novations and galaxians are owned by @packedlunchmeat !! please go ask her if you have any questions abt the species or lore!

[thehellishtrinity]

Who is Leaf?

((WHO IS LEAF?????? IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED ANON

Leaf is @packedlunchmeat ‘s OC!!! She is a leafcutter bee and she is Auber’s (adopted) sister!!))

[alkalamity]

Mud Dauber Auber! They are a Novation, which is a species created by @packedlunchmeat

[starlite-writes]

Auber belongs to @alkalamity, and the Novation species (and Leaf) belong to @packedlunchmeat! C:

Content warnings: gaslighting, emotional/mental manipulation(? better safe that sorry), brief strangulation.

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It's quiet today.

Angel enjoys quiet. It's a rare thing, but pleasant nonetheless. Today, they're spending the blissful silence sitting on the couch with a book in their lap.

"Angel!"

They shake their head in annoyance at the sound of Auber outside their door. 

"It never lasts," Angel mutters under their breath. Still, they don't move to check the door.

There's the sound of fists banging against the wooden door, and then Auber's voice again--

"Angel! Open the door now!"

A sigh as they turn the page.

"So help me God, I will get my keys and open this door myself, Angel. Open up. I need to talk to you."

Angel huffs, simply crossing their legs. "I feel as though that violates some form of landlord law," they call, just loud enough to be heard.

"Quit the smartass comments and open the door!"

Angel doesn't move.

It takes but a moment before the sound of jingling keys meets their ears, and then the door is swinging open. Auber stands in the doorway, two swords in their lower two hands, their key ring in their upper right. 

"Hello to you too," Angel greets coolly, hardly sparing them a glance. By now, they know better than to display any kind of concern when greeted by a potential threat. "Picking useless fights again, are we?"

"Well, if you already know, then that makes things a lot easier on my end." Auber steps closer, setting their keys in their pocket and moving the swords to their upper hands.

"Enlighten me," Angel drawls lazily. "What is it I'm supposed to know?"

"That I'm here to start a fight!" Auber points one sword at Angel accusingly. "What's your relationship with Mal?"

Angel barely keeps from smiling. Ah. So that's what this is about. Good going, Mal; you've really made an enemy of the landlord, then.

"Who's Mal?" they ask, keeping their voice even and void of emotion. A simple question with no personal stake--voiced just the same as one might ask the time.

Auber's jaw clenches just slightly. Angel sees it from their peripheral vision. 

"Braconid wasp. About yay high." Auber holds up a hand. "Red. Kinda stupid."

Angel licks their finger as they turn the page, still not looking up. "Sorry; doesn't ring any bells."

Auber squints, all four of their eyes narrow and lit with carefully concealed anger. "Angel. Your name is literally listed in his 'person who referred me' section."

"Is it now?" Angel asks, finally standing up as they close their book. They walk to their bookshelf, replacing the book carefully. They turn back towards Auber, leaning against the wall. "How strange. I think you've been scammed, then; I've never referred anyone. I don't have any friends who can afford your prices."

Crack!

Auber swings their sword, the tip of the blade connecting with the wall hardly an inch from their head. Angel doesn't even flinch. Instead, they stare at Auber with an unimpressed expression.

"Stop it," Auber hisses. "I've had enough of the stupid mind games."

"And I've had enough of your tantrum," Angel replies coldly. They turn to glance at the cracks branching around the blade. "I'm not paying to repair this."

"It's your security deposit."

"You did the damage."

Auber pulls the blade out of the wall, and Angel watches in disgust as drywall dust cascades across their newly cleaned floor.

"I don't remember that," Auber says innocently.

"I have cameras," Angel points out. "You've broken in too many times for me not to have them."

"It isn't breaking in if I own the place," Auber fires back. 

"It's breaking in if I pay you obscene amounts of money each month to live in said place," Angel hisses, their ears pinning back.

"My prices aren't even that high!" Auber snaps. "Stop changing the subject! I know you're connected to Mal! What's your deal with him, Angel?"

"I literally don't even know who that is!" Angel snarls, digging their heels in further. "I have never met a Mal in my life!"

Auber is losing their composure--Angel can see it eroding away with each word they utter. They're angry.

Good.

"Angel," Auber says, their voice cold. "I know you know him. I'm not looking for a fight with you but I swear to Christ if you keep this up I will kill you where you stand. All I want is a simple answer--what is your connection?"

Angel barely keeps their lips from twitching up into a smile.

"I can't answer that if I don't know the person," they reply, voice equally low and icy.

Auber moves fast--faster than Angel expected. One second they're standing a couple feet away, and the next they're practically pressed against Angel's body, the blade of one sword placed firmly against their throat. Angel's teeth are gritted as they press against the wall behind them instinctively. 

"With every gaslighting sentence that leaves that filthy mouth of yours, you get that much closer to dying," Auber warns. "You've already got a blade to your throat. "Do you really want to push this further?"

"You won't kill me," Angel replies, their voice strained even as they say it as if it's a fact they're certain of.

They're not sure at all. Auber currently has an incredibly concerning glint in their eye--something Angel can only describe as mania--and they wouldn't put it past Auber to do something entirely reckless and foolish in a fit of passion.

"Do you want to test that?" Auber whispers. 

Angel doesn't, actually, but they hold fast to their pride. 

"Tell you what," they say, reaching up and carefully pushing Auber's hand away from their throat. "Take me to his apartment. If it is as you say it is, surely he will be there, or some sign of him will be. Sound fair?"

Auber tilts their head as if thinking about it. 

"Fine." They step back. "But I expect a well-thought out apology."

"Only if you really deserve one, asshole," Angel spits in response, rubbing at their throat. Their hand comes away sticky with a small amount of amber blood. "Lead the way, then." 

Auber all but throws open the door to Angel's apartment before taking off towards one a few doors down. Angel follows leisurely, upper arms crossed over their chest and lower ones in their pockets.

Auber waits until Angel catches up to unlock the door with one of their keys, throwing it open and turning towards Angel expectantly, like See! I knew you were lying!

Angel peers past them into the empty apartment. "Very convincing empty and desolate apartment you have here."

"What?" Auber turns, and sure enough, the living room is completely clean--suspiciously so. It looks like whomever left did so in a way that suggests they were never there in the first place.

Good. You can listen, then.

Auber turns towards Angel, their expression the definition of furious.

Angel just smiles in response. “Well, I think you owe me an apology.”

“You better tell me where he is,” Auber says, their voice low. “I know you know. It's your job to know.”

“Auber.” Angel gives a tired sigh, their expression painted with practiced exasperation. “I don’t know who you’re talking about. Are you feeling all right? I know things have been stressful for you lately; perhaps the pressure is finally making you crack? I think you may have tried to return to work too quickly.”

Auber’s teeth grit, sharp teeth barely exposed under their curled lip. Despite their clear anger, there’s undoubtedly a waver under it. They’re entertaining the idea.

Excellent.

Amused, Angel wonders how much it will take to make Auber snap completely. Not much, they wager.

Angel leans against the door frame with a small smile. "Well? Should I call Leaf for you? Maybe she can bring you home and--ack!"

Their words cut off in a strangled cry as Auber grabs them by the throat, shoving them against the wall.

"You're such a liar," Auber hisses. "Have you ever spoken a word of truth in your life?"

"Of course, I have," Angel answers, glaring up at their landlord. "Look, I'm sorry I don't have a way to peek into that silly little brain of yours and see whatever you've concocted in your traumatised haze of existence, but--"

Auber squeezes harder, enough to stop Angel breathing for several seconds. They cough and draw in a shaking breath.

"Stop--talking," Auber says through gritted teeth. "Stop. Just…" They let go of Angel, one hand coming up to cover their eyes. "Go." 

"What?"

"You heard me." Auber gestures away from the apartment with one of their swords, and Angel flattens themself further against the wall to avoid getting fileted like a fish. "Just go. I'm tired."

Angel's wings twitch. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine," Auber huffs. "I just really don't want to talk to you anymore. Go home. I'll… call Leaf… or something." Their voice is flat and they genuinely sound tired.

There's a flicker of something like guilt in Angel's chest. Maybe they did push too far this time. Still, they offer nothing by way of apology, turning on their heel and walking away, leaving Auber by Mal's empty apartment. 

Alone.

[packedlunchmeat]

Can you tell me more about the novaverse?

Howdy! Of course i can! It really does start with the galaxians though… galaxians originally started off as an au of steven universe but as i grew older their premise left the realm of being an au of steven universe and really having their own scheme altogether!

Galaxians are pretty much an intergalactic alien species that have befriended humans. They have high resistance to extreme temperatures and watch over the celestial bodies of the universe. They are deeply in sync with these celestial bodies and when they fail to protect them, or they lose connection to them, they are weakened significantly.

Some of them have extreme connections to death, this is as a result of a curse brought upon sympathizers of the queen. As a result they are marked on their backs with a crest, and they witness the deaths of others with the crest in their dreams/in a vision. They can also see and interact with spirits.

Theres a lot of other very complex things beyond the surface for them but thats the basics! Onto the whole novations thing though. Novations origin story is a little funny to me if im honest. They originated as a way for me to help myself with my severe entomophobia and arachnophobia. It helped with my entomophobia but the arachnophobia still persists if im honest 😔.

Novations are stationed on their own planet by the way!! They only have one planet, although its a super earth type planet and is in a much better state than earth is.

Novations, since they are based off bugs, care deeply about their environment. I think my favorite example of this is how they hold burials. Burials are sacred and novations arent buried inside a coffin, rather, they are buried straight in the ground and they have a tree that their loved ones associate with them planted right over them.

Both novations and galaxians are a matriarchy. And specifically with the novas, right before her son took over, they were being ruled over by in the nicest words possible, a tyrant. It just so happened that recently my friends helped me assassinate her. Haha.

We kinda run it as a dnd campaign almost when we do arcs now? Its real fun! It always comes as a pleasant surprise when people show interest in them… I appreciate the question and i wish i could give more info about them, but i need more of a specific question about them to go in depth! But if theres anymore questions id love to answer them. They’ve literally been the loml for 6 years.

I hope this makes sense haha. English is kinda my worst subject.