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Supernova Love | spacedogs oneshot

There were four minutes and thirty-seven seconds left when a body slid next to his, just an arm’s length away. Adam focused on the ratty shoelaces of his midnight blue converses, not wanting to risk conversation. He was so close to this night being over. In three minutes he could just go home and lay down in bed, star projector on the ceiling, and a documentary playing softly in the background.

“Hey!” They yelled over the music.

Adam’s heart seized with anxiety, his chest clenching painfully, and he swallowed thickly. Maybe he could just pretend that he couldn’t hear them.

“Hey!” They yelled again, louder.

Reluctantly, Adam turned, his head heavy on his his neck, and looked. It was the guy from earlier with the silly shirt. He was taller up close and more intimidating than the little doggies let on. He had nice eyes though, sharp cheekbones, and a soft jawline. And he was sucking on another cigarette. The tip of it glowed in the dim room and a puff of smoke followed a moment later, the teen taking a moment to chew on the flavor.

“Hello…” Adam said. His nose wrinkled at the smell of cigarette smoke wafting his way. The guy smelled like he had already smoked a pack of them.

“You good?” He asked. “You’ve been here a while. You sick or some shit?”

Adam swallowed and replied, “No, I’m not. Just, uhm, overwhelmed.” He knew that he was half-shouting just so he could be heard over the music, but it sounded quiet to his own ears.

“Mm,” The guy acknowledged. His bony fingers plucked the cigarette from his lips and offered it to Adam.

Adam vehemently shook his head and the guy paused like he just realized something, then shrugged and took another drag.

Adam watched his cheeks sink in with the motion, strangely enraptured by the sight of it. The guy made eye contact with him for a second as he inhaled and Adam quickly looked away, it felt like a burn. When he exhaled, he turned the other way and Adam blinked in surprise.

”You gonna drink that?” He asked, gesturing to the drink in Adam’s hand.

”Uhm, no. I don’t drink,” Adam said timidly. He forgot he was even holding the cup.

”What?” The guy asked, leaning closer to hear him.

”Uh- I-I said I don’t drink!” Adam repeated louder. The smell of cigarettes become stronger and his head spun from it. The strangers face was startlingly close for a moment and he felt like he could barely breathe.

“What?!” They guy exclaimed, reeling back. “You don’t smoke or drink? The fuck’re you doing here then?” A few ashes fell off the tip of his cigarette.

Adam’s face felt hot, irrationally embarrassed about not participating in casual substance use. “I’m here for my friend!” He explained.

”Oh yeah? Where is he?”

She, Adam wanted to correct, but it felt pointless.

“Uhm I don’t know.”

”So, he just left you here?”

”I guess.”

The other teen’s upper lift lifted into a little snarl, something that Adam didn’t see a lot of people do. Then, he muttered something, but Adam was never good at reading lips.

”What?” Adam asked.

The guy waved it off, taking another drag from his cigarette. It was too short to keep sucking on, so he dropped it and snuffed it out under his leather boot, then picked it up and stuffed it in his pocket. Adam wondered how many were in there.

From his angle, he watched the other teen’s shaggy ashen-blonde hair flop from its gelled style and when he stood back up, a few strands had fallen over his forehead. It looked better this way, he thought, but the guy ran a hand through his hair to smooth it back. Adam could see the sweat on his neck glistening beneath the strobe lights.

“Wanna get out of here?” He asked.

With you? Adam wanted to say, but he nodded regardless because he really, really did want to leave. He would rather leave with a stranger than stay a moment longer.

Shirt Guy—Adam was calling him that in his head now—walked past him and through the doors. He trailed behind him like a shadow, face-to-face with little dachshunds. The outside air was blissfully cool and he took a deep breath of fresh air, savoring it as his lungs expanded. They walked down the steps descending into the roundabout in front of the mansion and sat next to each other on the last one.

“So, what do you do if you’re not drinking or smoking?” Shirt Guy asked. His voice sounded different when it was quiet and he had an accent that Adam somehow didn’t notice until now. He was just too overwhelmed before to register it.

“Uhm, I read or go to the park. I go to the museum too…when I can,” Adam said. He wondered why Shirt Guy was even talking to him, he didn't think he was interesting enough.

Shirt Guy grinned wolfishly and said, “So, you’re a nerd.”

Adam’s lips pursed in displeasure. “I guess,” He shrugged. “What do, uh, what do you do?”

”I fix cars.”

”Oh,” Adam said. “Cool.”

Shirt Guy snorted like he knew that Adam didn’t actually care and that was a little embarrassing.

“You like milkshakes?”

“...Milkshakes?”

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Does anybody have any good Spacedogs fanfic? I just watched Adam (2009) and Charlie countryman (2013) I’m loving the idea of them please let me know :3

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Watching Guardians of the Galaxy volume 2 has me like... WHERE'S COSMO

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I had/have art block and then remembered I should post on Christmas... it was 4 in the morning the day of

Merry Christmas!!!

As I explained, I got flustered. I never asked you to stop. I just didn’t know how to ask for more.

But I still want it. I still want you.

One advantage of communicating online instead of in person is that if something somebody says flusters or overwhelms you, you can just choose not to respond.

You can pretend you didn’t see it at all. I think that’s handy.

Nigel, you’re the one I meant.

One advantage of communicating online instead of in person is that if something somebody says flusters or overwhelms you, you can just choose not to respond.

You can pretend you didn’t see it at all. I think that’s handy.

Well, actually no

historically speaking, Andromeda wasn’t exactly a helpless damsel.

Most modern versions of the myth paint her that way, sure, but if you go back far enough, Andromeda was considered pretty courageous. She didn’t just sit there crying and waiting to be saved. A lot of early accounts show her facing her fate with dignity, knowing she was being sacrificed to atone for something she didn’t even cause.

And , surviving something like that, being left to fend for yourself against a literal sea monster, without losing who you are? That’s not weak. That’s strength. Thats how I see it. She was strong enough to endure the whatever was coming her way.

You’re right, though. Chained or not, she could still bite.

If you could assign constellations to your associates/friends what would they be and why?

I don't know much about constellations but I'd love to hear you talk about it :)

- 🧷

I actually spent some time thinking about this. It’s a interesting question, astronomy as a mirror for people. It’s not the first time I’ve made that comparison in my head.

So Nigel would probably be Andromeda. There’s something about Andromedas story that reminds me of him , chained and waiting, not exactly helpless, but holding back. Andromeda’s one of those constellations that’s easy to overlook unless you know where to look. But once you do, you stay looking. He’s like that. Quiet and beautiful, and much more capable than most realize. There’s distance there too. Something unspoken and mysterious. And maybe that’s part of it.

Abby is Lyra. Steady, constant sound in the background that makes everything else feel less chaotic. She’s the kind of friend that doesn’t try to change the rhythm, she plays along, and somehow makes the melody make sense. She won’t try to change but instead accept the people around her. I trust her more than I trust most people. Probably more than I know to articulate.

Duncan is definitely Ursa Major. He’s calm and grounded. One of those people you automatically listen to when they speak. Like the Big Dipper, It’s just always been there. Reliable. Big presence. Never unpleasantly overwhelming.

I see Tonny as Gemini. There is some sort of double-sided energy to him. Always talking, always bouncing between ten things at once. Sometimes it’s annoying. But he makes things feel alive. That counts for something. Very unapologetically himself.

Beth… She’d be Scorpius..I think. There was beauty, but also something sharp underneath. I thought I understood her. Maybe I didn’t. It’s hard not to associate that constellation with betrayal once you’ve been stung by someone you trusted. But I also think Scorpius is about change. You don’t walk away from it unchanged.

Lastly Hannibal , Aquarius. There’s a logic to him that i understand. The kind of person who thinks about everything three steps ahead. Our conversations are always sharp. Always interesting. We don’t need to be close emotionally to have a kind of mutual respect, and I appreciate that.

That’s how I see it right now.

That could change, maybe it won’t.

Thought you’d be interested in this, stea. You think Keats was talking about Polaris? Can’t say I’m well versed on the subject. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44468/bright-star-would-i-were-stedfast-as-thou-art

— Nigel

Fomalhaut was the first star that came to mind. People call it the lonely one, and that feels closer to what Keats was describing—‘not in lone splendour hung aloft the night’—watching in silence like some sleepless, distant observer. Polaris is constant, sure, but Fomalhaut is solitary. It sits far apart from the other bright stars in the sky. Easy to notice. Easy to feel something about.

It makes sense to me, logistically too. Fomalhaut is visible from Earth without much effort. But more than that, it carries the weight of solitude, of being out there and unmistakably alone.

I don’t think he wanted to be the star. I think he recognized something of himself in it. When we admire things people, stars, it’s often because they mirror something we’re missing or trying to understand. Maybe he wasn’t longing for distance, but for connection. To feel less alone by seeing that loneliness reflected back.

And even if they’re separated by lifetimes of space, the star and the observer exist in that moment together. No one else might understand that connection, perhaps not even the two of them, but it’s there nonetheless.

How could I not hate myself for the blindness that led me to believe she might ever have loved me as I am?.

Surely, I must despise myself as I do her. In the end, we both betrayed me.

Beth always hated the idea of this blog. She didn’t want me posting as much so I didn’t.

All this time I tried so hard to make her happy. I stopped interacting with people I like because it made her uncomfortable, I stopped talking as much because it made her uncomfortable, I stopped behaving like myself because it made her uncomfortable.

I hate her and I hate myself.

I don’t feel that way with you though.

I never have so far.

I have learned that people say they want me to be myself, but they rarely ever mean it.

They mean: be myself, but in a way that makes sense to them. Be myself, but not so much that they have to rethink anything. Be myself, but not in a way that makes them wonder if they even know me at all. In a way that won’t embarrass them. And now I’m the one hesitating, trying to figure out what I’m apparently not giving—something I wasn’t even aware was missing.

And I have to wonder if I’m the one getting it wrong.

I intentionally left my wording open to interpretation.

Am I your favorite, Nigel?.

Beth was over today. She took this picture while I was reading and said I should post it.

So I am.

That seems like an unnecessary comparison. Helen of Troy caused a war.

I just sat in a chair and read a book. But if you think beauty alone can tip the scales of history, I won’t argue.

Besides, I think I don’t mind being the cause of your awe. It’s nice.

Beth was over today. She took this picture while I was reading and said I should post it.

So I am.

I don’t think love should have to be a fight.

If it is, maybe it’s not love, it’s just war with different rules.

But I think some things stay even when you stop fighting. Probably not everything, but the important things. Thats how I see this. Maybe one day you feel that you won’t have to fight anymore.

Good evening Nigel,

I was at the National art gallery with Beth this afternoon. I saw Botticelli’s ‘Venus and Mars’ there, it is an absolute study in paradox!. About forces that should collide yet instead settle into something resembling harmony. It reminded me of space in that way. Mars, the god of war, lies unconscious, unarmed, seemingly at peace. Venus, the goddess of love, seems watchful but unaffected, an island of serenity beside him. She has not conquered him. She has not subdued him. And yet, in her presence, he is still.

Many people would assume that love triumphs over war, that beauty tames violence. But I think Botticelli offers something more intricate. Venus does not demand change. She does not impose softness upon Mars. She simply exists, and in doing so, creates the conditions for stillness. Mars, so accustomed to unrest, is given a rare and unfamiliar gift—the absence of conflict. And he does not resist it.

The tension here is not one of struggle, but of transformation. Venus has not altered Mars, she has only revealed what he is capable of being. I imagine this as love at its most potent—not forceful, not possessive, but a quiet invitation to become. There is no battle between them, no need for submission or control. Instead, they are two opposing forces that, for a moment, find equilibrium. Together.

This is the paradox I was speaking of : not that one must destroy the other, but that they can coexist. In Metamorphoses, Ovid describes their relationship as both passionate and volatile, yet Botticelli captures something…subtler. Venus does not try to change Mars, nor does she fear him. She understands him. And understanding, more than any weapon, has the power to disarm.

I remember Beth asking ‘Why does Venus choose Mars? Her husband Vulcan presents as a more fitting counterpart, someone more aligned with her nature’. I answered that, perhaps love is not drawn to reflections of itself, but to contrast. To the possibility of transformation. Venus does not force Mars to lay down his weapons. He does so on his own, because in her presence, he does not need them.

There is power in that, in my opinion. A kind of power that does not shout, does not demand, but simply is. Not dominance, but invitation. Not submission, but balance.

And it reminded me of you.

Well, shit… you’ve really got me here, don’t you? Never thought I’d be sitting here, having someone talk to me about love like that, beautiful. It’s funny though. Mars? Peaceful? Never thought I’d see the day.

An invitation, huh? Not a fight, not a conquest, not a struggle to win someone over. Just... being. That’s a new one for me. Love makes me do some fucking crazy things, but never like that.

If I’m being real, I don’t know if I believe in that kind of love. The kind that just fucking is. Hell, I’m not sure I’ve ever let someone just exist if I really loved them, or that I've ever felt like I can let myself relax that way, or if I even can. I’ve always thought that if you don’t fight and keep fighting to keep what you have, you end up losing everything.

Maybe you’ve got a point, Adam. No one’s ever said anything like that to me before.

I’m glad you thought of me.

Someone told me today that ‘the stars have aligned.’ I checked. They have not. Stellar positions do not change in response to human events

I‘m still figuring out how the anonymous notes work.

I am unsure whether we are acquainted, but I appreciate your kindness “🦌“ person.

Desigur, sunt darnic să te ajut. Zvonurile pot fi doar zvonuri, dar cel mai bine este să ai grijă. Sunt din România, da, dar sunt un spirit liber si îmi place sa bântui prin diverse țări, fără să stau mai mult într-un anumit loc. Rar se găsesc de-ai noștri pe-aici într-adevăr. Pe lângă subiect, vreau să îți zic că Adam este o persoană foarte mișto și că sunt de părere că te-ai înțelege tare bine cu el. Ca de obicei, mult noroc

-🦌

[Ooc: your translator is working just fine, don't worry!! I translate my messages cause I'm prone to using slang or wording things in a way that a translator wouldn't exactly understand or would misinterpret. Translation: Of course, I wish to help you. Rumours can be just rumours, but it's best to be careful. I am from Romania, yes, but I'm a free spirit, and I like haunting around different countries without staying too much in one place. You rarely find our kind around here, indeed. By the way, I wanna tell you that Adam is a really cool person and I think that you would get along splendidly. As always, good luck]

E tare fain să întâlnesc un alt român! Și chiar înțeleg dorința de a vedea lumea, chiar dacă uneori Statele Unite sunt de-a dreptul nașpa. Nu găsești mâncare românească decentă pe aici. Mai stai în Europa?

Da, Adam pare super fain până acum. Și frumos, dar o să vedem ce o să fie. Nu cred că se gândește la mine așa, mai ales că abia ne-am cunoscut. Mersi din nou pentru tot.

I’m not sure if there’s anything being hidden. I’d like to think there isn’t. I trust Abigail—she’s my friend.

I don’t feel strongly one way or the other about Dr. Lecter. He’s a good psychiatrist. My feelings don’t really change what’s real, though. Maybe you should ask Dr. Lecter about it yourself. You seem like you’d be good at that.

Also I’m not sure what you mean by ‘delicate elegance.’..I don’t focus on appearance, just the practical aspects of things. I suppose if you’re referring to my manner?, I do try my best to remain composed.

I like Botticelli‘s art though.

Thank you for the compliment, Nigel

Ți-e drag rău Will, nu-i așa? Ai grijă pe lângă pe lângă psihiatrul ăla, totuși. Trec multe zvonuri despre el

(Ooc: translation because most services don't do it well: Will's dear to you, eh? Be careful around that psychiatrist, though. Many rumours flying around him)

Știu foarte bine... Dar îți mulțumesc.

Hello, Adam!! People are putting emojis below their asks to signify a sort of sign-of, like a signature :))

I like that concept. I could make tags for each emoji from an anonymous user , I saw other people do that.

People have said that before. I still don’t see it. Does it bother you Dr. Lecter?

It's very weird, having a patient with the same face as my Will.

Are you dating anyone at the moment?

-🍰

No. But someone has expressed interest in me. I am still analyzing what that means

Could somebody explain to me why people are putting emojis below their questions? I don’t understand it.

During my session with Dr. Lecter today, he spoke about the stars. He told me that the light we see in the night sky is ancient—that some of the stars that appear brightest to us have already died, their final light still traveling across time and distance. He said it is a reminder that what we perceive is not always what is present, and that some things linger even after they are gone.

He also referenced the Greeks, how they believed the constellations were once people and creatures, lifted into the sky as stories, as if memory alone could make them eternal. He asked me if I thought the universe remembers us, if our presence leaves an impression in the fabric of space-time, or if we simply vanish.

I told him that memory does not alter physics, and that once something is gone, it is gone.

After that he just smiled at me.

omg hi adam!!! :) how are you?

-🧩

Hello. I am fine. How are you? I assume you are asking as a general greeting rather than requesting specific data about my well-being, but I can provide more detail if necessary

-🧩?

hi adam !! it’s abigail :)

any books on space you recommend?

My favorite book is Cosmos by Carl Sagan. But if you are just starting to read about space, I would recommend Welcome to the Universe: An Astrophysical Tour by Neil deGrasse Tyson, Michael A. Strauss, and J. Richard Gott. It is informative but easy to understand for somebody with no prior knowledge.

Since you seem to be interested in the concept of alternative realities, you might also really like The Fabric of the Cosmos by Brian Greene.

Let me know if you have any questions about the books. I have read all of them.

Being one of his patients, have you noticed anything odd about Hannibal Lecter ?

About Dr. Lecter ? No, I haven’t.

I haven’t been his patient for long, sometimes I talk to Franklyn in the waiting room. He usually talks a lot but he’s very polite and listens to me when I tell him about my interests.

However, I haven’t seen Franklyn in a while.

I thought of taking Beth to the planetarium sometime, but I’m not sure if she’d like it

I don’t have any knowledge of Romanian linguistically, but I know that Will Graham and I share a psychiatrist.

Dr. Lecter is very insightful and provides a lot of useful information. I don’t think there is any cause for concern regarding him!

Ți-e drag rău Will, nu-i așa? Ai grijă pe lângă pe lângă psihiatrul ăla, totuși. Trec multe zvonuri despre el

(Ooc: translation because most services don't do it well: Will's dear to you, eh? Be careful around that psychiatrist, though. Many rumours flying around him)

Știu foarte bine... Dar îți mulțumesc.

The idea of infinite universes is intriguing, but the concept of a “supply chain of galaxies” and the possibility of infinite versions of a person seems to contradict some principles of physics.

If the universe is truly infinite, there could be countless galaxies and planets some potentially similar to ours. But the way the laws of physics work suggests that even if multiple universes existed, they wouldn’t necessarily be identical or follow the same rules. The possibility of infinite “Hannibals” searching for the same “Will” seems more like a thought experiment than something grounded in observable reality.

I wonder if this is something more people have considered. If parallel universes exist, then how many versions of any of us might be out there? There’s still much we don’t know about the universe

If the universe is unending in its supply chain of galaxies and there are infinite possibilities for more of these universes, that means there are infinite potential Hannibal’s all searching for one specific Will.

How does that make you feel?

That would imply that Hannibal is obsessed with me. Mixed feelings.

Earth just temporarily captured a small asteroid (2024 PT5) that orbited us for a couple of months. It’s not a permanent moon, though. The only real moon we have is still the one we always see.

Still, it’s interesting to think about how objects from space can come so close, even if just for a short time. The asteroid is back on its regular path now.

It’s rare for something like this to happen. I wonder how many other near-Earth objects we haven’t noticed yet!

Introduction

Hello.

This is my blog. My name is Adam Raki. I live in New York City, but I prefer looking at things that are very far away, like galaxies and nebulae.

I am an electrical engineer, but I am currently between jobs. I know a lot about space, physics, and astronomy. If you ask me something, I will answer it as accurately as possible!. If you are imprecise, I may ask you to clarify.

The parallax shift is how the position of a star appears to change when viewed from different locations. It is not actually moving, but perspective makes it seem that way. That is how I got the name.

I do not know exactly what people post on blogs, but I will post things about space. If I like something, I might reblog it. I do not always understand jokes, but if you tell me it is a joke, I will try to understand.

Topics I will post about:

• Astronomy

• Space exploration

• Interesting facts

• Possibly answering Questions

OOC:

Hey ! I’m Tej (he/him) and I made this as an rp account for Adam because I adore him. Feel free to interact no matter who you are , just be respectful :) you can always send OOC asks just make sure to mark them as such !

(I also just wanted to clarify that I am neurodivergent myself and I will do my absolute best not to make a mockery out of Adam’s character !)

AO3 :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65369347/chapters/168209467

Tags :

#spacetalks : Adam‘s life

#spacereposts : Adam‘s repost

#spacefriends : Adam and Abigail

- ( @deerrdarling )

#spacesessions : Adam and psychiatrist Dr. Lecter

- ( @therealhannibal )

#spacedogs : Adam and Nigel

- ( @1nvictus )

#spacecousins : Adam and Will

- ( @straydogcollector )

#spacekaiser : Adam and Duncan

- ( @notblackkaiser )

#spacepusher : Adam and Tonny

- ( @coke-n-dope )

anon tags ;

#🧩,#🔭,#🦌,#🧷