because space and time

Galactic Insanity AU

space space space wanna go to space i love space space space i’m in space—-

THIS IS FINALLY FINISHED

the space au! everyone is in outerspace, has space based powers and literally everyone has sharp fangs for literally no reason, all characters act the same except for some tweaks to their personality’s shown on the text, some are edgy, some are sweet, some are nerds, some are sassy, everyone’s having a star-tastic time! and almost everyone is blue dabbadeebaboodie because space.

this au is literally just Inanimate Insanity, BUT IN SPAAAAACEE!!!!

PLEASE reblog this, this actually was pretty freakin hard to draw

reblog if you like hoof

wow this took too long to publish, i mostly got lazy sorry

SPAAAAAAAAAAAACCEEEEEE

in the iphone calendar you can go back into the thirteenth century and beyond???? i didn’t even scroll back as far as it went because i was scared of break the space time continuum what is this did you guys know that disease ridden peasants woke up on january sixth fucking 1207 and it was a fucking saturday

About the AU

Can’t decide the name of the AU, there are too many good suggestions, but I’m putting all the stuff about this AU under #ship war au because it’s a literally ship war between Jarco’s kid and Starco’s kid :p

Also these are my headcanons about the AU

  • They are from different timelines. 
  • The daughter’s name is Elizabeth.(Thanks @themagnificentsonnyboy!) She comes from a timeline where Star and Marco get together in the future(duh), she went back in time because Glossaryck told her there is an anomaly in the time-space continuum.
  • In Jarco kid’s timeline, there was an event called “Stapocalypse” occurred a couple months after the school dance, when a mile-wide star-shape portal suddenly appeared in the night sky of Echo Creek, released all kinds of monsters to the Earth Dimension, societies collapsed in days and everyone went underground, and Star is nowhere to be found. Jarco kid is a scavenger on the surface, until he found a strange tape measure device under some rubble…
  • Oh and his name is Jam, which means Jackie and Marco… What? there’s no time for naming kids there’s an apocalypse happening!
  • The “no Magic” sign on Jam’s rifle is just a doodle he drew, the rifle shoots laser beams and has nothing to do with anti-magic.
  • There’s a running gag in the AU about Elizabeth’s cheek marks being mistaken as corn but it’s actually Fleur-de-lis.
  • Both Elizabeth and Jam are fighting for their lives, but fighting keeps getting themselves grounded, so all they do now is matchmaking, sometimes they debate over the internet too.
  • Elizabeth is 14 and Jam is 16.
  • These are my takes on the AU you can have your own headcanons about it.

If anyone want to make fanart/fanfic about the AU you are more than welcome to do so c:

Tried drawing they toys’ responses to a couple of gifts you guys have given to Sproing…

The bow tie was a gift from @icetigerkitten

The sweater was a gift from @peachdalooza

Just Friends aka yay ship wars!!1!1! But let’s talk real stuff.

What the heck is the spellbook doing back home??? Did Star just find it in the living room? because there’s no SPACE OR TIME to rescue it in the previous 3 episodes (!!)
Then nobody can tell me this isn’t Toffee’s plan for the finale, c’mon. But: 1) is Glossaryck with it too? - probably 2) Is he going to tell Star about Toffee? - 99% he’s not 3) WTF Glossaryck, please

Yeah, Marco… same here.

Science Aesthetics

I was feeling inspired last night, so I decided to make this purely for fun.

To the moon and back: Cold, dark nights clutching thermos flasks of hot coffee. Machinery whirring as telescopes trace a star across the sky. Intricate, geometric drawings of the celestial sphere. A messy bun and a NASA t-shirt. Filling in the logbook while punk rock blares in the background to keep you energised and awake. Pictures of nebulae and galaxies everywhere, because pretty space pictures is half the fun. Annoyed huffs every time someone mentions their star sign.

Natural Philosopher: Long, intellectual debates in coffee shops about mathematics, physics, philosophy. Chalkboards covered with equations and calculations in a precise, curving handwriting. That Eureka moment while deep in thought, expressed only with a small smile and a scribbled proof on the back of a serviette. Chaotic desks in front of bookshelves groaning with old textbooks. Antique lab equipment as functional decor.

Trust Me, I’m a Scientist”: Large computer screens running freshly-typed code. Neat lab books and PDFs of journal articles. The smell of whiteboard markers. Polished new equipment in a tangle of cables, hooked up to a digital oscilloscope. Exact amounts of chemicals in rows in metal shelves. Resting your feet up on the bench after a long day in the lab. The satisfying hum of your colleagues as they work on their experiments around you.   

Science Expedition: Dirt under your nails and a loosely-bound collection of field notes. Plant clippings carefully taken to be analysed back in the lab. Soft fur on tough, wild animals. The bitter smoke from eco-friendly firewood while you roast marshmallows and listen to a supervisor’s witty stories. Free-handing diagrams while looking through a microscope. Sketching flowers and that gorgeous ocean view from your last field trip. Reading Darwin on the bus home but falling asleep on your lab partner’s shoulder out of sheer exhaustion after the first three pages.

Life is a Science: Scrolling past an anti-vax facebook post and resisting the urge to burn down the internet. Shiny dissection kits and the sharp smell of formaldehyde. Making time to work out and pack a healthy lunch because your mind is sharpest when your body is well. Debunking the latest superfood fad with peer-reviewed journal articles. Making friends with some of the nicer med school kids in anatomy class. Colour-coded, neatly labelled diagrams and a thousand different terms memorised. Getting a double-helix DNA sculpture for your desk.      

What they show on TV isn’t real hacking: Rubbing your eyes after staring at a screen for five hours straight. Having a blank keyboard because all the letters are rubbed off already. Energy drinks in strange colours at strange hours. Being fluent in four different coding languages. Circuit boards and printouts. Ones and zeroes. Running jokes about turning everything off and on again. Rage-quitting when you realise you forgot a comma or a colon somewhere. Black screens with brightly coloured lines. The comforting click-click of fingertips tapping keys. Applying to intern at Google every three months because maybe they’ll take you this time. Writing a piece of code to do something simple just because.

Guardians of the Moon and Sun

It was incredibly dark, but it was also amazingly beautiful. Its endlessness excited humans, sparked curiosities, and inspired countless ideas in tiny, insignificant minds. But it was also all very overwhelming; too real, too much, too difficult to fully grasp. It was cosmic space. Billions of stars illuminated the darkness surrounding them. Rays of lights shoot through vast expanses. Bountiful energies floated, formed, and encircled rich galaxies.

In the loneliness of the deep dark, a large temple stood erect, glowing ethereally from its moon bound material. Its cool blue and hot magenta colors clashed, while simultaneously thriving off one another. Sasuke Uchiha, a boy of many talents and sheer intelligence, stood silently on guard before the entryway of the temple. He was simply minuscule in comparison, yet he was pragmatic, distant and cold as he appeared.

Floating nearby is no other than Naruto Uzumaki, and like always, far from attending his duty in the choice of pestering the Guardian of the Moon. Naruto, like his appearance suggested, was a big, fiery, ball of brightness and was a complete loudmouth. He, of course, had a wide, brilliant smile that Sasuke found dreadfully annoyed by and unaccustomed to. Sasuke has lost count of how much time the brat has visited the area, and once again could not wait for him to leave.

Naruto was in tight arm lock on top of a compressed cloud of stardust that assisted on his travel. He moved quite unsteady, and it wobbled over slowly. Sasuke rolled his eyes at the look of utter stupidity and unprofessionalism. After tremendous effort and unaccounted grunts and swears, Naruto finally reached the steps leading to the temple. He dramatically skipped up the stairs with his arms swinging back and forth and stopped to a halt when he reached the landing.

“Hey, Sasuke, I found some really cool black holes a couple thousand light-years away! Wanna go see it? My cloud could carry us both!” Naruto exclaimed excitedly; his eyes shining in anticipation for Sasuke’s positive answer. Of course, it never came, not only would Sasuke never offer a positive answer, he would strongly disapprove on a positive attitude. Sasuke simply ignored his counterpart and stared straight ahead into darkness.

“Come’on…” Naruto whined, “It’s so boring here. Talk to me. You are literally the only person here that is my age. Everyone else is old or wrinkly or scary!” Naruto pouted, “Don’t you ever get tired of standing here guarding this door?” Naruto asked as he leaned against the tall pillars surrounding the temple.

“That is my job, idiot.” Sasuke stated, still unwilling to look at Naruto.

“Why do you have to be such a goody, goody two-shoes princess? Doing something different wouldn’t hurt anybody.”

“I take my work very seriously, whereas you should too,” Sasuke scorned as he looked Naruto up and down, “Guardian of the Sun.” Sasuke addressed. “Go back to your post, as far away from me as possible.”

“Stop being so stubborn, you stupid butthead!” Naruto shouted from the top of his lungs, face brimming red from frustration and irritation.

“Nice comeback.” Sasuke muttered sarcastically. He rolled his eyes and sneered at Naruto’s child-like behavior.

Naruto folded his arms; he flopped to the ground and crossed his legs. Sasuke constantly tried to push Naruto away; he has never encountered someone at such wild, boisterous, and intense caliber. It was unfamiliar and exhausting, yet surprisingly refreshing.

“Look,” Sasuke started, “You’ve been coming here, always non-stop talking about these ‘fun, exciting adventures,’ but they are all extremely absurd and mundane.”

“You’re one to talk! You’ve been here for how many centuries? Standing here like a pole. Is that all you want to do for the rest of eternity?!” Naruto retorted, quite flustered.

“That is part of the job description; it’s exactly what we signed up for when we became guardians, moron”

“It’s not like the temple will move anywhere when we’re gone for a couple of minutes.”

“Then what the hell do you suggest that is neither dull nor pointless?”

Naruto paused, and placed his fingers under his chin, thinking silently for once. He hummed, trying to come up with the perfect idea for the pretentious prick before him. While looking around at the endless expanse of cosmic space, he had the best idea. “For a start,” Naruto began as he grabbed Sasuke’s hand and together hauled off down the stairs.

Artist and Writer: @kiraiki

SNS AU -  Guardians of the Moon and Sun - When The Stars Align

June 3, 2016

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@alynna5 since I’m suffering on mobile and can’t post a picture to your ask, here is a picture of your ask and a picture of some written stuff from this evening. Since it was taken on mobile I have no idea how that is going to look, so I am sorry in advance if it’s really squished and small.

The chapter is 10k as of now and I’m in a weird position because I’ve written the beginning, stopped because I got stuck, and then skipped to the start of the ending scene (which has proved up be a lot longer than anticipated but is looking like it’s about to wrap up soon). I’ll have to go back and write the middle afterward. I’m anticipating 20k but I don’t know if that’s a good estimate or not. I’m being very slow with this and it’s frustrating, but I’m still progressing bit by bit, and I’ve written a lot that I’m proud of, so I think that will make up for it.

This chapter will also earn its M rating. :)

She is not the pain that she is dissolving in
She is not the anxiety that leaves her shaking and in tears
She is not the voices in her head consistently telling her she is not good enough.
Give her space and give her time because she has yet to fathom that;
She is the grin she so easily flashes at strangers
She is the innocent curiosity bubbling up as she asks them question after question
She is the serenity in her eyes as you tell her you love her.
Give her space and give her time because to not allow her growth would be taking away something divine from the world.
—  She Is Not Yours, nor Is She Mine
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