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An organism appreciator. Working on a hard scifi graphic novel. 🌈 http://patreon.com/jayrockin ☘️ http://jayrockin.tumblr.com 🏳️‍🌈 Bizz email: jayrock5858 @ yahoo .com
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Yum, raw hairy skin covered in blood!
October 24, 2025 at 10:51 PM
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Electrowetting screens are real, by the way: youtu.be/Bf1GjCaYzYg
October 24, 2025 at 10:50 PM
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The tail on the speech bubble there looks (to an avian) a bit like a lip corner. Or, if the whole thing is interpreted as a super cartoony earless head, the tail is a neck.

The "meatballs" menu symbol in web design also looks like eyes to avians. Ohwitiil probably thinks it means "look inside"...
October 24, 2025 at 10:48 PM
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This week on #RunawayToTheStars: Huh. That doesn't seem right.

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Doug: She's probably already listening. She has very good hearing. Talita looks up from where she has pressed her face against the corner wall of her bedroom with a start. She is younger, with round glasses and large baggy black hoodie. Both the humans around the coffee table and Talita in her bedroom are shown in an impossibly clean cross section of the entire building, which cuts through windows, walls, furniture, and objects with atomic precision, revealing their interior structure. Next to the break room with Doug and the others is a reception area with a desk and mailboxes. It's decorated with a banner of colorful eggs and flowers, and a large paper wall art "reading "HAPPY FEASTER!" flanked by vegetables and a cartoon chabbit holding a broom. On the floors above the break room and the lobby are the dormitories for foster teens, with hallways in the middle. Next to all the dormitory bedroom doors hang miniature decorated brooms, some doors with many more brooms than others. Each of the bedrooms is in a different state of disarray, all with multiple bunk beds and teenage residents who have decorated and arranged their belongings in unique ways. Talita’s bedroom in contrast houses only her, with a large mattress on the floor and an electronics work desk in between her dressers. The ceiling light fixture is unscrewed, with its wiring split between the light and a cable running towards the work desk, seemingly as another source of power after all the wall outlets were occupied by splitters and extension cables. Her posters and decorations feature human celebrity heart throbs and aircraft. Wind spinners hang in front of her window. Outside the cross section, even more impossible, is Earth's deep sea. The building appears to sit directly on the abyssal plain, its cut rooms open to the environment as if the surrounding water were just more air. Brittle stars and sea pigs crawl on the ground next to the floor of the lobby, while crinoids pop up outside the break room like flowers. A group of snail fish swim lazily around the bisected edge of the break room’s window, and far off in the distant dark waters, a bigfin squid drifts by. Talita rolls her eyes and heaves a great sarcastic sigh out of her excurrent nostrils, pushing to get up from the floor where she had been eavesdropping to join the adults. Then, she sees outside the cross section. There, pinned to the surface of the abyssal ooze with a colossal harpoon, is the twisted wreck of a small jet airplane. Coating its peeling metal skin and choking its turbines are growths of bacterial slime and anemones, and the rotting crevices of its shattered frame play house to octopuses, fish, brittle stars, and crabs. Twining through the rotting ribs of the fuselage is Bip's avatar, hundreds of meters long and composed from billions of glowing marine snow particles, making its body shine a brilliant white in the darkness of the abyss. Its head emerges from a great hole torn in the roof of the cockpit, reclining on the nose of the plane with folded arms. The harpoon lodged against the ribs of the plane pierces its chest, as if to trap them inside the wreck. It is looking at Talita.
November 4, 2025 at 9:53 PM
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November 4, 2025 at 11:17 PM
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Dr. Henriques is used to centaur patients who may not be fluent in English or Shess, may or may not understand what a vaccine is, may or may not be used to injections, and may or may not be cooperative. Caring for Talita is EXTREMELY easy in comparison, even if she's a bit of a whiner.
October 24, 2025 at 10:45 PM
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This week on #RunawayToTheStars: Huh. That doesn't seem right.

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Doug: She's probably already listening. She has very good hearing. Talita looks up from where she has pressed her face against the corner wall of her bedroom with a start. She is younger, with round glasses and large baggy black hoodie. Both the humans around the coffee table and Talita in her bedroom are shown in an impossibly clean cross section of the entire building, which cuts through windows, walls, furniture, and objects with atomic precision, revealing their interior structure. Next to the break room with Doug and the others is a reception area with a desk and mailboxes. It's decorated with a banner of colorful eggs and flowers, and a large paper wall art "reading "HAPPY FEASTER!" flanked by vegetables and a cartoon chabbit holding a broom. On the floors above the break room and the lobby are the dormitories for foster teens, with hallways in the middle. Next to all the dormitory bedroom doors hang miniature decorated brooms, some doors with many more brooms than others. Each of the bedrooms is in a different state of disarray, all with multiple bunk beds and teenage residents who have decorated and arranged their belongings in unique ways. Talita’s bedroom in contrast houses only her, with a large mattress on the floor and an electronics work desk in between her dressers. The ceiling light fixture is unscrewed, with its wiring split between the light and a cable running towards the work desk, seemingly as another source of power after all the wall outlets were occupied by splitters and extension cables. Her posters and decorations feature human celebrity heart throbs and aircraft. Wind spinners hang in front of her window. Outside the cross section, even more impossible, is Earth's deep sea. The building appears to sit directly on the abyssal plain, its cut rooms open to the environment as if the surrounding water were just more air. Brittle stars and sea pigs crawl on the ground next to the floor of the lobby, while crinoids pop up outside the break room like flowers. A group of snail fish swim lazily around the bisected edge of the break room’s window, and far off in the distant dark waters, a bigfin squid drifts by. Talita rolls her eyes and heaves a great sarcastic sigh out of her excurrent nostrils, pushing to get up from the floor where she had been eavesdropping to join the adults. Then, she sees outside the cross section. There, pinned to the surface of the abyssal ooze with a colossal harpoon, is the twisted wreck of a small jet airplane. Coating its peeling metal skin and choking its turbines are growths of bacterial slime and anemones, and the rotting crevices of its shattered frame play house to octopuses, fish, brittle stars, and crabs. Twining through the rotting ribs of the fuselage is Bip's avatar, hundreds of meters long and composed from billions of glowing marine snow particles, making its body shine a brilliant white in the darkness of the abyss. Its head emerges from a great hole torn in the roof of the cockpit, reclining on the nose of the plane with folded arms. The harpoon lodged against the ribs of the plane pierces its chest, as if to trap them inside the wreck. It is looking at Talita.
November 4, 2025 at 9:53 PM
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Sensitive hearing can be quite a curse at times.
October 24, 2025 at 10:43 PM
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Talita has more sensitive hearing than a human but her high to mid range hearing is also much more directional than a human's. Because of how her facial disc is shaped to funnel sound to her ears, her sensitivity is much lower if her face isn't pointed at the source of sound.
November 3, 2025 at 5:38 AM
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By "40s" Talita is referring to the 2240s. I refuse to do biochemical worldbuilding for RttS, but generally speaking, the sophonts all use water as a solution in which to dissolve sugar and oxygen for performing cellular respiration. Everything else is ehhhhhh (hand wiggle).
October 24, 2025 at 10:43 PM
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Idrisah's religious attitude is a bit eccentric. Her extended family is a mix of secular and orthodox. She's a woman in conflict between her desire for the stability and connection of tradition; and her magnetic draw towards the strange, challenging, and subversive.
October 22, 2025 at 2:08 AM
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At least she wasn't trying to dye her tail brown.
October 22, 2025 at 2:05 AM
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This week on #RunawayToTheStars: Chapter 8 begins. Is anyone else getting a sinking feeling?

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Chapter 8: Heavy Water A closeup of a coffee table fades out of blackness, showing three different people's hands. A hotpad sits in the middle of the table with three normal sized mugs around it. On the far side of the table, next to an empty seat on the couch, is a four cup glass measuring jug full of water. The jug has stickers on the outside of a helicopter, an airplane, a flower, and a cartoon quailicorn; along with rectangular labels reading "TALITA ONLY." Otília: Tea, Mx. Derringer? Mel: Thank you, Otília. Otília pours tea from a teapot into a mug held in Mel's hands. The other seated person rests their hand on the table. It is an older hand, with scars on the fingers. Other person: Shouldn’t Talita be here for this? The view pulls back to show three people seated around the coffee table in a kind of break room, with a sink and cabinets in the background. An e-panel on the wall with a mangled pen cord shows smiling human children and the name "Garriton Teen Village." Mel is younger, with less grey in their hair and no beard. Otília is a middle-aged tabby catgirl, with striped hair in a loose braid over her shoulder. The other person is a bald man with a thick white beard, black metal band shirt, ear piercings, and sparse eyebrows. Mel: Yes, I’d love to talk more with her. Otília: I texted her, but she’s still in her room. Even alien teens are moody, apparently. The man looks over his shoulder out the window and mutters to himself in Portuguese. The man: Hm. Ela está nos espionando… Otília: Mel, anything you'd like to ask before your prospective foster arrives? Mel: Well… Is it true she was anonymously surrendered in a pet carrier? Otília turns to look at the man on the couch. Otília: Ask Doug. We only got her at 15. Doug: Yes. She was six months old, recently pupated. Only this tall. Doug gestures with his hands, showing a height of about 30 centimeters. Inset panel: A pet carrier shows two familiarly round eyes peering out of the darkness behind the wire door. Mel: Wow. Doug: Could run, though. Like a little cat. Doug smiles, Mel strokes their chin incredulously. Inset panel: A little naked creature covered in a coat of wiry spotted feathers runs out of the pet carrier on six long knobby legs ending in tiny four-toed bird-like paws with hooves, with round staring eyes above dark eye-stripes, a tiny tucked trunk, and two tiny spinnerets where a tail might be on an Earth animal. It is familiarly Talita-shaped, but of infantile proportions. Mel: Do you think she's a trafficking victim? The comic panel background dips away, showing a black void behind Mel's head. A gulper eel swims by. Doug: Hard to say. Otília: There wasn't a note, right? Doug: Nothing. Our youth care facility was not equipped to deal with a non-human infant. The first couple weeks were a scramble for food, medical care… Mel: So… They rub their thumb along the top of their mug awkwardly. The panel background of the brightly lit break room dips away again. An abyssal plain can be faintly seen, a lone squid drifting slowly over it. Mel: …Why wasn’t she returned to the centaur homeplanet? Doug: We tried. Otília's brow furrows. Otília: Centaurs don’t really do foster care, do they? Doug: The embassy told us that most clans choose to cull unclaimed infants. Doug: By the time we had arrangements for her here, it was easier to just– He rubs the back of his head, gesturing with the other arm helplessly. Doug: –Keep doing it, than find a clan with a matriarch willing to adopt. Mel: Well, I hope I can provide her with some stability going into college. The panel background is absent. A school of lanternfish flicker past in the inky blackness over Mel's head. Mel: It was a hard enough transition for my two bio kids, but with her circumstances… Doug: We’re thankful for your help. Jovia cuts foster sponsorship on her 18th birthday. The window of the room no longer shows sun and leaves, but open black water. A deep-sea ray swims past. Otília checks her phone and frowns in irritation. Otília: It’s been ten minutes. Should I bang on her door? Doug smiles as Otília gets up from her chair. Doug: Isn’t her room just above us on the second floor? Otília: Oh– yes. Why? The abyssal plane lurks behind the comic panel, sea cucumbers and brittle stars crawling languidly over the ooze.
October 31, 2025 at 2:53 AM
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Talita is pretty resistant to the idea of going to the homeplanet or seeking out centaurs to talk to, and at this point it's partly motivated by spite. Is that attitude beneficial? Ehhhh......
October 22, 2025 at 2:02 AM
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Cheevwut thinks humans are cool the same way humans think bears and sharks are cool. We are a big, physically intimidating animal. This kind of attitude can contribute to prejudicial fear of humans among avians, though.
October 22, 2025 at 2:01 AM
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I don't normally answer AMA questions addressed to "everyone" or about extremely broad topics, because these are supposed to be lower effort than book pages. Unfortunately this one nerdbaited me because I like color science and wanted to nail down the visual ranges of the aliens.
October 22, 2025 at 1:51 AM
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AI hobbies and downtime. Sorry to the people asking Bip questions that they are extremely bitchy...
October 22, 2025 at 1:43 AM
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I gotta catch back up with these ahhhh. Here's questions for Clayton, the only character more evasive than Bip.
October 22, 2025 at 1:40 AM
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October 25, 2025 at 4:22 AM
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Readers LOVE my mummy! 🥰 www.runawaytothestars.com/comic/rtts-r...
"Oh. Uh, oh….." "//opens RTTS.com// Oh, that’s a petrified avian corpse" "yk i didnt think this would be the kind of comic to actually show a dead body huh" "Was not expecting to see a dead guy wow. What an awful way to go!" "Wow, that’s… Horrifying."
October 14, 2025 at 9:51 PM
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October 10, 2025 at 10:00 PM
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Streaming: This time Idrisah's righteous anger blast attack is not directed at Bip. www.twitch.tv/jayrockin5858
October 4, 2025 at 1:31 AM
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Last week on #RunawayToTheStars: Gravity and antlers.

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October 1, 2025 at 2:40 AM
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🏞️🪶 Raven Immemorial 🪶🏞️ #formline #telekitneticart
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A print illustration with a limited green, cream, and dark blue palette. The poster is divided into six rectangular sections. The top left shows a formline design of a raven in flight. The top right shows an illustration of Hornby Island Azhdarchids. The middle left shows a cliff overlooking the ocean, with bird-like silhouettes flying above. The middle right shows a shoreline of the ocean, with bird-like tracks in the sand. The bottom left shows an illustration of a raven. The bottom right shows a formline illustration of a Hornby Island Azhdarchid in flight.
September 15, 2025 at 7:15 PM
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This week on #RunawayToTheStars: A living history, written on the corpus of the people it documents, that has died along with them.

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Talita opens the top drawer of a large chest curiously, while Bip's avatar snakes around the walls near her. Talita: Are you really getting rid of all of these… …personal possessions? Bip: Objects are meaningless without the people who valued and used them. She frowns, holding up an old, beat up manual book. Talita: I’m not sure I agree… it seems wasteful. She holds the book out arms length, squinting to try and read the text without glasses. Talita: In your position, I’d consider at least selling some of this. She reaches deeper into the drawer and touches something soft, tugging out a thick, plush fold of it with her hand. It appears to be a large blanket of tiled, fuzzy triangles. Each triangle has simple stitched designs and knots in the center, forming simple patterns and symbols. Talita pulls it closer to her face and realizes with sudden astonishment that she's touching a real organic material, not faux velvet. Talita: …Wait, is this real leather?? It must be worth a fortune! Bip: That’s an antler velvet blanket. Talita holds up the blanket, her arms and the bottom of the artifact appearing to melt away into a series of embroidered depictions of the past crew created with the same stitches as the symbols on the real blanket. Bip: Every year, the matriarch Ngilick would help the clan carve off their loose velvet. An embroidered depiction shows two centaurs, one carving off the antler velvet with a knife. The "knife" is a pointed piece of bone with a hole on the wide end. It's punctured through the embroidery surface to go under Ngilick's hand, with the hole sewn down. The antler velvet appears to be an applique. Bip: The raw skin would be washed in salt water and stretched to dry. An embroidered depiction shows Ngilick pinning pieces of velvet to dry, depicted as applique triangles held down by knots. Bip: The stiff dried skins were massaged with animal gland oil until they softened and cured. Ngilick would sew the panels into the blanket and embroider them with the year's events. An embroidered depiction shows Ngilick sewing pieces of the velvet onto the blanket. They hold the sewing needle with their trunk, portrayed as a real, threaded needle puncturing the embroidery surface. Bip: Some of those panels are from Ngilick's great-grandclan. They might be over 100 years old. An embroidered depiction shows a group of centaurs proudly holding up the blanket, a rectangle of tessellating applique triangles. This week on #RunawayToTheStars: Bip is very excited to have a new house guest, Talita hauls junk out of sideways rooms. Catch up: runawaytothestars.com Read ahead: patreon.com/jayrockin
September 19, 2025 at 9:24 AM