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Just know that everything is gonna be alright Death is too hard to conceptualize I think we save ourselves when we laugh with our friends, when we cry So we fight with heads held high and we won’t back down from these wars in this world, from these wars in our souls We just have to believe: we set ourselves free
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MUN VS. MUSE !
tagged by: @hyposomnic tagging: I don’t even know who to tag! If you see this and you haven’t done it... you’re it! ;D
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Send me a faceclaim and I’ll tell you who they’d be in my muse’s life as a NPC
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I’ll be moving this just as soon as I remember the burner email I made for @thenwhatisbroken.
Until then, a thing featuring Inzo and Lee just cuz.
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Everybody ready to say goodbye to our solar system? To our galaxy.
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❛ there are forces outside of your control. most of them don’t care for you. ❜ | cecil !
Esfir throws back her head and laughs at Cecil’s comment - the kind of laugh that has her slapping her knee and leaning back so far she may well tip out of her chair. “Tell me something I don’t know!” She crows and there is a curious sense of pride to it. She does have an undeniable tendency to make a variety of entities and people quite irritated with her.
Leveling her gaze at the taller man in front of her, she can’t quite repress the big grin that spreads across her face, crinkling the well-worn corners of her eyes. “I do wonder, however, if you are warning me or beginning to share their opinion. Do you want to tell me which one or shall I guess?”
She clasps her hands in front of her, shoulders shaking for a moment longer as she swallows the laughter which could have otherwise continued for another two minutes. “Do they typically care for you?”
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❛ holy fucking shit. just. holy shit. what the fuck. ❜ | mitch !
Pausing mid-ritual at the sound of expletives, Esfir blinks rapidly, trying to re-evaluate the situation she's in. The speech of her intent, writ large in her sprawling script across the freshly tilled square of dirt - check. The symbolic catalysts gathered in a tidy pile of polished stones and terran fauna - check. The isolated location, well away from most of the inhabitants of the nearby city - ooh, there's the trouble. She pivots neatly on her foot to face the new woman, her eyes lighting up with both curiosity and surprise.
Quickly! Tell her something believable! Magic's not open here!
With a grin, Esfir releases the spell and the silver shimmer surrounding her hands and coating her eyes dissipates, leaving behind only a kindly-looking woman old enough to be Mitch's grandmother. She really ought to try and disguise what she's up to. That would be the responsible thing to do. "Hello there, stranger. Care to watch a magic trick?"
'Course no one's going to accuse her of being responsible.
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If you’ve ever said “she’s too tall” you’re an absolute coward lol
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sometimes u just gotta say “okey dokey” and just like.. rely on urself.. take things as impersonally as u can.. love and let go.. move on.. try and find all the good things, soak those in. and that’s all u can do! and sometimes, that’s enough
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“She had the unmistakable look of a spacefarer, covered in tattoos of our night sky so aliens could send her home if death finally found her.” -QuietPineTrees
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Inzo never really had a head for magic.  Required a lot of trial, lot of error, or a lot of letting some jaggoff tell you what to do.
But since his eyes weren’t much more than some mirrors, glass, and photosensitive chemicals transmitting signals down a complicated series of copper wires and, thus, had needed to be enhanced by The Blue that had animated him, he had at least half a sense for magic.
So when the other guy’s hands just pulled all that dark out of the air and he used it to just tear the world open, well, the clockwork youth was awestruck in the oldest way: struck with a sense of something massive and powerful moving in front of him.  And wielded so casually, too.
When he went or escaped places, he usually just looked around for a soft spot in the world and just leaned in until the soft spot became an opening and he’d cross.  Usually from there, just wander around an Interstitial ‘til he found a door or other, more reliable, portal to a place that sounded fun.
When Esfir went places, it was usually through one of the many, many doors in The House’s hallways.  The House was super-real, full of impossible things, part of something impossible: of course it could have portals.
But just tearing open a hole like that?  With something not-unlike his bare hands.
“Holy shit,” he murmured as the other youth emerged from the hole into the gnome warehouse with the cart full of sculptures.
Looking over his shoulder at The House, he almost protested about Lee’s plan–he was almost certainly going to end up having to clean up the scrap–and considered asking to relocate.  But he was still trying to process the whole thing, so instead, he shrugged and did his best to shake off the sense of cosmic insignificance and fear (incredibly happy in that moment not to have a digestive tract) before saying, “Well, shit, I know I oughta be making some kinda ‘that’s what they said’ joke here, but instead,” he sauntered forward and picked up one of the gnomes, tossing it into the air lightly and catching it with a faint scraping sound in his metal hand, “Back up and get ready to swing.”
"I mean, you could make that joke, but then I'd have to ask you what the hell kinda other situations you've been in that involved pitching and batting with lawn gnomes specifically and that's just a weird road to go down." Lee backed up obligingly, his gangly legs taking him back by long strides. He lowered himself into a batting stance and placed his fists on top of each other, as if grasping an imaginary baseball bat. He waved the invisible bat seriously, with all the gravitas to make him a truly excellent air guitar player if the situation should call for it, and nodded at Inzo.
If Inzo let the gnome fly, Lee drew back his 'bat', watched the ceramic statue go sailing through the air, and then swung forward at full force. While the 'bat' didn't connect with the makeshift projectile, his blast of entropic energy that blatted out from his hands certainly did. In midair, the gnome exploded, sending tiny shards of ceramic flying in every direction.
Lee let out a loud, whooping yell of satisfaction, spinning on the spot in an impromptu victory dance. Eager to ramp up the energy, he picked up two garden gnomes and hefted them meaningfully, adjusting his grip on one as he looked Inzo dead in the eye. "Alright, dude, your turn. Batter up!" Well, there weren't any bats, so it isn't too clear what he expected him to hit a gnome with, but it appeared as though he intended to chuck a couple his way regardless.
Unless Inzo really insisted on him not doing so.
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May God save this chapel by Jérémy RONDAN
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Astronomers Capture First Image of a Black Hole
The Event Horizon Telescope (EHT) — a planet-scale array of eight ground-based radio telescopes forged through international collaboration — was designed to capture images of a black hole. Today, in coordinated press conferences across the globe, EHT researchers revealed that they have succeeded, unveiling the first direct visual evidence of a supermassive black hole and its shadow. The image reveals the black hole at the centre of Messier 87, a massive galaxy in the nearby Virgo galaxy cluster. This black hole resides 55 million light-years from Earth and has a mass 6.5 billion times that of the Sun. Supermassive black holes are relatively tiny astronomical objects — which has made them impossible to directly observe until now. As the size of a black hole’s event horizon is proportional to its mass, the more massive a black hole, the larger the shadow. Thanks to its enormous mass and relative proximity, M87’s black hole was predicted to be one of the largest viewable from Earth — making it a perfect target for the EHT.  The shadow of a black hole is the closest we can come to an image of the black hole itself, a completely dark object from which light cannot escape. The black hole’s boundary — the event horizon from which the EHT takes its name — is around 2.5 times smaller than the shadow it casts and measures just under 40 billion km across.
Credit: ESO
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Well, so there were a couple things he’d figured out about the weird guy.  Mostly that he was here on purpose and was absolutely not someone who’d just happened upon the place on accident.  That much was obvious, given Esfir’s reactions to him, but the most important thing was that the guy didn’t seem to care one way or another if anyone knew.  And the most important thing was that he clearly had some beef with Esfir.
Which… Well, that made sense, really.  He loved Esfir (though he’d never ever ever say so out loud) but she was real good at pissing people off.
“I mean…” Inzo drawled, “I am pretty good at having a good time.”  He didn’t add that he was almost certain to get a ‘not mad just worried because…’ speech from Esfir when next they spoke and that he was really eager to put that off for exactly as long as he could, if not longer.
“And I always like seeing someone good enough at cool magic stuff that they can just make a portal.  Especially if you’re planning on doing more than… I dunno.  Admiring the craftsmanship or something.”
Because fuck knew he’d been on a few “field trips” like that over the last months.
Whether Lee picked up on Inzo’s perception of him or not, he grinned broadly upon receiving the green light to proceed with Plan: Garden Gnome. “Oh, I have magic for days.” He was quick to brag, clapping his hands together and rubbing them quickly as dark, vivid purple energy began to radiate off of them in waves. It was kind of nice to be able to show off a little, actually. Most of the time his interpersonal interaction ended with paying them for a bag of fast food or, well, doing Entropy’s work. While the shimmering pulses of magic visible on a visual spectrum were at first near-translucent, they rapidly darkened until his hands were consumed in a dizzying, opaque haze. “Abracadabra - hocus pocus - open the blahblahblah-“ He lifted his blotted-out hands up to his eye level and grabbed at something unseen but quite tangible, grasping hold of it firmly and then rending it apart. As the air in front of him began to tear - the only way to describe it, really - a sound like a mountain groaning or something creaking, collapsing beneath its own weight rumbled through the immediate area, only ceasing when he had ripped a hole right through thin air and left a jagged crevice with a view directly into a… warehouse full of gnomes. Well, he hadn’t been lying about that.
Lee poked his head through the portal, looking around and assessing it for signs of any security. He was pretty sure he’d accurately targeted one in a timezone well past working hours, but it wouldn’t be the first time he’d screwed it up. Seeing no one to stop him, he widened the ‘hole’ and stepped inside. Although he didn’t expect Inzo to follow or help him, he wouldn’t stop him if he tried. Humming to himself, he began loading up a cart with armloads of ceramic statues in a variety of poses and costumes, ranging from garish to simply ‘odd.’ Once the cart was full, he pushed it back out onto Esfir’s lawn and tipped it over, letting them all pile up. Some of them cracked or lost minor chips as they collided with each other, but none of them outright shattered. He repeated this process twice more until there was a very sizeable collection piled up on the grass, then shoved the cart back into the warehouse and snapped his fingers, letting the hole collapse once more.
“Alright! Important question, dude: You wanna be the pitcher or the batter?” He picked up one of lawn gnomes with both hands and hefted it meaningfully, a big, excited grin on his face. “‘Cause it’s game time.”
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