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I’m going on hiatus from now (officially June 27) until July 2. I have a week-long leadership camp and while I’m there, I won’t have any internet access or anything. I’ll be back in full swing in two weeks!

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hiatus

I’m going on hiatus from now (officially June 27) until July 2. I have a week-long leadership camp and while I’m there, I won’t have any internet access or anything. I’ll be back in full swing in two weeks!

#( outofcosmos. )

just--space

The first image ever taken by humans of the whole Earth. Photographed by the crew of Apollo 8 in 1968

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#( little blue dot. )

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Starburst Galaxy

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Gingerly, Blithe takes the tricorder back from him, looking it over with a scrutinizing gaze and lithe fingers. She knew for a fact hers had been working earlier that day. Why now had it decided to fizzle out?

“Weird…” She finally decides, glancing up to her fellow ensign, unsure if she was addressing the problem at hand or him. “We oughta send ours to Engineering. I wonder if they’ve been acting up for anybody else?”

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“That’s a good question,” they agree. A hand comes to rub against the other hand absently. “We should find out.” Meanwhile, in that infinite mind of theirs, Europa spreads their awareness and power thin. Creating and maintaining an electromagnetic field requires a great amount of energy and it shows: their gaze grows somewhat distant, irises pale. When they look upon the girl, they almost seem to be looking right through her. The goal here is to fry out the rest of the tricorders, to have the humans place the blame on some cosmic anomaly. Hopefully then, there won’t be much of a problem. “ Let’s go.”

#( ic. )#ensiigned #( ah i don't have a male FC picked out so. )#( no more icons from me for now. :c )

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with her killer | ( pale )

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( !!! ).

░▒▓█ ⊰ None can excel ⊱

❛Oh, but.. I’ve kept them LEASHED. I’ve kept them on diets too! Nothing but the hearts of black holes for the last twelve centuries. So, forgive me poppet, but, I have to DECLINE. Respectfully.❜

& there begins the carnage. clicks away, they feast on dead fossil remains of star systems, constellations, young planetary rings– feasting on bits of creation & blowing them up to spread the bits of life-giving atoms across the vast ocean of little dwarf stars.

❛..See? They’re saving you the trouble of of making nebulae.❜ the dying of a planet also cleared up some CANVAS. isn’t that sweet?

❛Maybe you should get some? They’e cute– I may have a rare planet-eater with a thirst for solar-flares somewhere in my domains. – INTERESTED?❜

❛ Not in the SLIGHTEST! ❜ The final word ends in a furious shriek, lips curling into a snarl as they lurch in the direction of the other entity. All of that work, gone within a mortal’s heartbeat! Gleaming eyes shift back and forth from the HORRIFIC scene to the form of their antagonist, filled with rage. Nebulae were to be crafted by the hands of a master, not made with almost machine-like coldness.

❛ We’ll not involve ourselves with those beast of yours. They are perverse! ❜ An astral hand outstretches, fingers aglow with heavenly fire. ❛ We’ll send those creatures AWAY, if you do not cease and d e s i s t. They are... a cancer, a blemish upon existence. They do not belong! Get R I D of them, or we shall do the job for you. ❜

#( ic. )#ofworldsend #( GOOD JOB EUROPA IS HELLA PISSED. )#( p much screaming at death like. )#( that is p bold. )#( they are so upset. )

Its tendrils drape over the cosmos themselves, each touch a spark of ice, like a newborn frost webbing its way over dead skin. The beast was uncharacteristically silent, a quiet hum of discontent blossoming in the dark recesses. "Do you ever get tired of it all, my dear?"

The unexpected presence is MORE than welcome. Against their cold features, the empty space filled with naught but rocks and ice, the other entity’s presence is almost akin to warmth, though merely lukewarm. Their nebulous form thickens beneath their old companion’s touch, clouds of hydrogen roiling and curling around the primal entity’s tendrils. An unspoken question presents itself in the form of a vibration, a gentle, probing form of confusion as the cosmos mulls over the question. Tired of it? A long silence; it could have lasted for a million years. “ No. How could I? My very purpose is to exist. Without me... what would we be? Less than nothing. ”

#( ic. )#( that almost became very conceited europa. )#oldeststrongest

( Q ).

Frustration flashes in the tightly woven pattern at the center of the energy mass which composes Q. “Settle down, it wasn’t a threat.” Seriously, what’s even Europa’s issue? “You flatter yourself! I was teasing. I do that, you know.” Makes jokes, riles the forces that be– and all the little hapless mortal peons– up, shakes things around a bit.

“I’m hardly out to get you, you aren’t that interesting.” What is balance without chaos? Useless, that’s what. Philosophies aside, it’s simple math.

A flash of irritation runs along their form again, but what can they say in response? This is a CHILD that they’re dealing with, a stubborn one. The cosmic creature may as well be arguing with a rock, given the stalwart manners of Q. “ Watch your tongue, child. I am not afraid of harming you. ”

#( ic. )#theletterqlookslikeyou

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cosmidia liked for a starter!

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( small creature ).

“… Skies. You’re, uh – … Is that a… body mod? You’re so… … I like it. You’re, uh… you look… … You are real, right?”

A soft breath exhales as their lips twitch at the corners. A gentle quirk of the brow accompanies their response, amused. “ I am as real as YOU are. ”

#( ic. )#skymade #( europa just-- )#( is it /that/ noticeable? XD )

( pale rider ).

❝ If you’ve nothing better to do than reiterate my titles in a spiteful nature, I’ll be going. ❞

They give an indignant huff; the disdain is quite clear here, despite having no particular CAUSE. A breath is forced into inhuman lungs, as if to imbue theirself with tranquility.

❝ Forgive me. There are... outside stressors in my existence that affect my judgement. I mean no DISRESPECT. ❞

#( ic. )#finiis

Finished tweaking everything. Yay me! Rules & about have been updated!

#( outofcosmos. )

just--space

Spiral Galaxy NGC 1232 - The central region contains older stars of a reddish color, while the spiral arms are populated by young, blue stars and star-forming regions.

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