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[laikalike]

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It's strange, truly, how quickly one can come to terms with dying in space.

The Mary was on a fixed course, propelled by and filled with the apocalypse, surrounded by void in metaphor and reality. There wasn't a world he could come to terms with that involved him agreeing to this. And yet, here he found himself.

After the initial coma-shock, memory recognition, complex math, and gravy-slurry, he found himself at a loss. He'd cleaned himself up. Found his clothes. And now all that was left to do was float until the Mary decided he was close enough to Tau Ceti to do... something.

Surely by then he'd know what needed to happen, right?

He took another bite of his lukewarm burrito, helpfully dispensed mere minutes ago. He took turns between water and vodka for drink, in order to keep his head swimming just enough that the fear wouldn't set in.

It hardly worked, and the Mary was utterly quiet aside from his own sounds.

[prehysteriia]

@caterva

The stars were bright tonight, more so than usual. The long necked nomads of the west would often say that this was a sign from the great creators, that the skylight would streak across the heavens above and bring about a divine message.

Shurii always thought that was a load of ceratopsian dung. She skittered through the ferns, her feathers folded tightly against her body. She weaved around trees and boulders with grace, before leaping onto a rocky outcropping to better observe the night sky.

It still was a sight to see…and…wait, was that star? It was moving, streaking across the sky. They hybrid chirped, her crest raising in alarm. It was getting closer and lower to the ground…until finally it crashed a few miles away in a brilliant ball of fire.

She really shouldn’t go investigate something that could be very dangerous…

But she ran towards it anyway.

[bodylcnguage]

liam’s jaw clenched as the other spoke, “do you think i want this? i didn’t choose this life, silas!” he hated being born into royalty. everything was planned out for him even before he could walk and he wasn’t allowed to simply… be. he kept his gaze firm on his knight, lips pursed before he exhaled a shaky breath. “i don’t—i never wanted this,” he softened, eyes turning glassy as he shook his head. “i don’t want to be with someone that’s not… that’s not you.” he scoffed lightly, chuckling in disbelief at how his life turned out. “we could run away, you and me.” liam took a step closer, “would you do that? for me?” / continued from here @caterva :)

[sublecturas]

"Caterva", de Juan Filloy en la #LíneaA

[cantxswim]

Floating Rocks

Little space thread with Bezi

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Buildings were buildings were buildings. You saw one overgrown office you saw all of them. But one stood out now against the late afternoon sun. It had moss and grass-cracked cement paths leading to it. She followed them, the building eventually looming over her, casting a huge shadow. It still had some cube bits to it but the big draw was the massive, bulbous part that was raised right smack in the middle. It was just about as big as the rest of it.

A half destroyed sign stood to the right of the steps leading up to heavy looking doors. She peered at it, tore away vines and brushed off the dust as best she could. She made out one word: Planetarium. There may have been a map below the name at one point but it was long gone. Glancing around, she jogged up the stairs, squeezed between the heavy metal front doors, and clicked her flashlight on as the orange sun dwindled and shadows grew as she made her way further inside.

[ofyorkshire]

"I'll protect you," Bezi promised. - @caterva​

          “You’ll protect me?” The laugh that follows is high and brittle. It’s a bold statement even for a man as big and intimidating as Beziar—muscle and money would not protect either of them against the wolves knocking at BJ’s door. No, no, no. 

          “Listen...” He steps closer until they’re almost chest-to-chest, until Bezi is sure to smell the tobacco on BJ’s breath and old, anxious sweat clinging to his shirt. “You don’t want to get involved. All the power that you think you have? It means shite here unless you’re able t’ be a bad man. And you?” He shakes his head. “You aren’t a bad man.”

          And BJ wouldn’t see another good man die. Not like Barry. Not like his friend Eddie. 

          “So why don’t you fuck off home? Have a drink and forget all about this,” he says. “Leave Yorkshire, if you’re smart... I have work t’ do, and you’ll scare ‘way all my clients.”

[shxrp-teeth-after-dark]

caterva asked : Smash or pass for Abe: Griffin /joking

Send me “Smash or Pass” + a name and my muse will answer with 100% honesty. -- accepting

       ❝ Smash. Everyone has thought about sleeping with themselves at one point, right? ❞

[starstrekked]

❝      What’s  it  like  ?      How  do  you  just  pop  in  from  other  points  in  time  and  space  ?      Do  you  just  think  of  a  place  and  then      -------        POOF  !      There  you  are  ?      ❞    @caterva​   //  starter call for Bezi