Caz

I have come a long way I think...

⚠️ your railguns have officially been classified as "cute"

cazzy...

On the left, a dog-like transhuman woman standing in a neutral pose, wearing a t-shirt with the logo of a large space mirror company on it. To the top right, a short comic snippet - the aforementioned character pointing out her birthplace in the sky, a starship currently in orbit. To the bottom center, an immigration ID card for the governance of the binary planet system she currently lives on - it's old, and she doesn't look particularly happy in the photograph. To the bottom right, a topographic map of a great outflow valley system, split by rivers. A red star marks the largest city of the region, and two flags - regional and planetary - are visible.

the scruffly zone is so important to me

I think every movie that has magic in it should at the first unambiguous appearance of magic show a subtitle that says "(magic is real, by the way)"

casting a beam of think about my OCs

i have Got to do a for realsies painting soon or I will turn into dust and blow away in the wind

an image of the abyssal desert, whose vastness is incomprehensible. in the foreground stands a tall and foreboding obelisk, demanding the viewer's gaze. behind the obelisk lies great mountains, reaching up towards the starless sky.

girl help i'm trapped in the endless desert

oooohhh this is a great picture. very otherworldly

canid-esque transhuman woman in neutral pose

misc tove sketch

it is really lovely, feels kind of like getting to ride along on of the greatest adventures of human history, y'know?

Apollo 17, photo number AS17-143-21938: a black and white, 1:1 photograph of the lunar surface. a single white stick-shaped object is visible high in the middle of the frame.

Apollo 17, photo number AS17-143-21940: Continuation of the previous image, except now the object is gone, the camera is slightly tilted, and a distant little plume of dust is visible against the sky.

actually looked and found the photos from 17's photo catalogue, and the pictures are- so simple but so charming. looking through the photos they took is so endearing actually.

The "didn't it?"... you can just imagine the twinkle in Schmitt's eye.

also very fond of this bit from the Apollo 17 transcripts - this hammer toss was one of the very last things humans did out on the surface of the Moon to date!

the GCU Out Of Context Due To Ongoing Supply Chain Issues

"How do still have this much fur to shed!? We brushed you for 2 hours night!"

thinking about this great LOGH bit today

i need to be imprisoned in a sci-fi jail carved out of the middle of an asteroid every day after lunch so i don't go find and eat another lunch

I imagine my transhuman spacer critters tend to have intermediate coats all year round, given they tend to live indoors and AC is even on Earth ubiquitous by the 2300s. but switching to an annual shed cycle is just a matter of a retroviral injection for those who want it, of course.

on one hand permanent summer coat (dressing warm in winter) seems like it would be the convenient choice. otoh only needing a t-shirt in the winter would be kind of swag. and getting your coat brushed and blowdried out probably feels insanely satisfying, like a shower on a hot summer evening x100...

wow I actually had no idea of this either... you learn something new every day

(other canids and critters with summer-winter coats of course also relevant here)

other dog furries: do you imagine your fursona has a permanent winter or summer coat, or do you imagine you have to go through shedding every spring?

this sounds kind of delicious wow

...intriguing. im gonna say,

- 1oz mezcal
- 1oz kaoliang liquor
- 1oz vodka
- 1oz green chartreuse
- 3/4oz maraschino liquor
- 3/4oz lemon juice

shake over ice and dirty dump into collins, top with ginger ale.

Optional garnish: Thorium

torch drive where the fuel is water spiked with dissolved actinide salts, kept in a tank that is a labyrinth of neutron-absorbing pipes so it doesn't go critical until you pump it out into the nozzle. at which point the solution suddenly and rapidly turns into a cloud of plasma. notably fail-unsafe.

nuclear saltwater rocket interplanetary liner named the "Three Mile Island Iced Tea"

the apollo transcripts are so *cute*. just a bunch of really endearing little moments like this.