#aristarchos

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Aristarchos, State of Mind by Les Edwards

#Sci-Fi #Aristarchos #State of Mind #Les Edwards

[queensconquest]

aristarchos replied to your post “aristarchos replied to your post “everyone  trying...

seth vc: i dont throw you threw a wall? is that a good reason?

   “  Aha  . . .  What  exactly  are  you  wanting  to  know  ?  “

#aristarchos #he's sitting here weighing options right now #answer / fly away / run to the others HGDFJG #〉he who knows all and tells few〈 — 𓅝 ⌜thoth⌟

[planisphaere]

#jin ling jiujiu cant help it hes hot

“There’s a reason you’re banned from the match-makers, Jiujiu.”

#jl: can't bring my friends over either. they'll stare at u #aristarchos

[feietouhuo]

" SLAP OR KISS " // pei Ming and If you choose slap then it’s gotta be on the ass :)

i regret rebageling this

❝ if you don’t have any shame, it’s customary to pretend until the other person opens up. shouldn’t you practice saving face? could be a good daily exercise for you especially. ❞

mu qing shudders at the idea of doing either. it’s a battle between which would leave less pinpricks on his skin later. on one hand, mu qing already experienced giving a kiss to pei ming, so he’s desensitized. on the other, if he chooses the kiss, he’ll miss out on giving pei ming a powerful hit — he’d surely give him more than a flip of his wrist — for revenge against all his advances. embed him into the ground with the impact, creating a sandstorm that rivals even the wind master’s. then, bury him there & leave him for someone else to deal with it.

no matter what, he gives what pei ming wants. 

he despises that idea more. 

the answer grows sticky in his throat, clogging up his voice & distorting it into a low grumble. no one said he had to admit anything out loud. 

❝ kiss. you didn’t specify a location, so i have more freedom to choose. ❞

mu qing doesn’t believe in the powerful effects of mere words. when his lips purse & an unpleasant sensation shocks his neck to jerk away from pei ming’s direction, he rethinks that philosophy. he’s kissed him once. he’d rather keep his hand away from ... unsightly areas of pei ming’s body. if he put it anywhere below the waist, he’d never stop washing his hands. 

mu qing doesn’t have enough handkerchiefs for that.

#aristarchos #breaks out of my hiatus to airdrop this onto the dash #pei ming ur chances just get slimmer and slimmer the more u talk to mu qing smh #JFAKDSLFJ

[s4crificial-a]

@aristarchos​   ;   ❛ you think you know me, but the truth is, you don’t. ❜ / to samael from michael owo

MEME ! — ACCEPTING

     THEY ARE TWO HALVES OF THE SAME COIN. DUSK AND DAWN. LIFE AND DEATH. BLESSING AND CURSE. Bitterness builds in Samael’s throat like bile. 

             And whose fault is that, Michael? 

     He longs to retort, annoyance and frustration simmering under pearlescent skin. If this were any other time, he would be particularly delighted to receive even so much as a scowl. Only Father knows of his buried feelings, an insatiable need for the archangel’s. . .approval. 

     It is a byproduct of envy, of wishing he were untainted, and ignorant, free from the burdens of what lies beyond Heaven’s gates. Michael is the hero, the savior of saviors, the golden child revered on every minister’s podium while he must continuously filthy his hands and endure centuries of hatred. 

     He must carry humanity’s grief on his shoulders for the rest of time, without complaint, bathing in murder while he weeps, only to be vilified everywhere he ventures. 

     So what burdens does Michael truly bear? What plagues him? And why do they not share the weight of this cursed existence together? What keeps them on opposing ends? Unless. . .he is missing something laying plain and bare before his eyes. Is this his way of mending the rift? Perhaps. . .it could be a start. 

     “ Do you want me to know you, Michael? ”

#aristarchos #{ sam ; answered } — pay attention when the holy one speaks. #{ v ; now } — careful - i see all. #/ me: *makes up an entire dynamic* #/ akldjasdlas

[blcssed]

meaningful gestures. // @aristarchos​ 14 for rolivier! Pressing tiny kisses against your lover's shoulder while they're bent over a desk, trying to focus even though your touch is distracting them. 

                 he was ready for the elbowing against his ribs, olivier’s grumbling and aggravating bitching, but roland was already here. he nuzzled into the smaller shoulder, still strong from years of extensive training, and he took in his scent. expensive tea laced with the putrid scent of nicotine from olivier’s cigarettes. the faint scent of his soaps and aftershave this morning still clung to his skin and he could detect the medicinal use of their stimulants against his throat. he could guess that olivier had used them on his hunt earlier. 

                 he could feel the exhaustion in his lover’s frame while his arms wrapped loosely around him. chaste kisses pressed into his shoulder and back and roland squeezed a little tighter around his small waist. he knew olivier was trying to focus on his reports, but he couldn’t deny he missed him - and he wasn’t the type to be so sentimental. he missed these scents that mixed so well together in his brain, that made him crave to hold this man so tightly. 

                 he could feel the paladin squirm a little in his arms, slowly becoming distracted with his affections. jade eyes peered through long lashes and he caught it: the slight reddening in olivier’s nape and his ear. roland grinned into his back, pressing further into him and putting more of his weight into his body. ‘ your report can’t wait, you know. ’ he reassured quietly. it was true, it was late since olivier’s return - the report could wait until early morning. right now, he was greedy and wanted his lover now. strong arms pulled the older male tighter and roland hummed into his back. 

                 ‘ you’re tired anyways, you should come rest up with me, amour. ’

#love letters ( inbox. ) #aristarchos #roland + olivier ( you are my sun && you're like the moon. ) #needy as always #but ain't he cute olivier?

[ofsavior]

👑 okay hear me out cuz there are so many characters in Inuyasha you should just go through and see which ones you’d like or find interesting purely cuz I’m curious

suggest a muse hours. || @aristarchos

to answer this ask, I decided to take this quiz. I got Kagome.

If I was going to go purely by aesthetic, I would guess this one:

#aristarchos #( I know literally nothing about Inuyasha tho. ) #( ooc. answered )

[frestoniia]

👀 for ruggie !

Dirty Thoughts || accepting

@aristarchos

" Ruggie is always so gentle with me. Which makes sense, considering our strength difference, but... I do wish he wouldn't hold himself back so much. "

" It feels weird admitting it, but I wouldn't mind if he was a little rougher. I know he's just worried about hurting me, but if it's him, I wouldn't mind... Besides, even though it should go against my instincts, I actually really like it when he bites me. Maybe he’d even let me mark him, too. "

#001: 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ◞ ✧ a dream is a wish your heart makes ﹕ ❪ ⠀ ⠀ answered ⠀ ⠀ ❫ #001: 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ◞ ✧ a dream is a wish your heart makes ﹕ ❪ ⠀ ⠀ in character ⠀ ⠀ ❫ #𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 ◞ ✧ as inhibitions fade / a focused moment made #𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 ◞ ♡ you’ll be in my heart ﹕ ❪ ⠀ ⠀ ruggie / aristarchos⠀ ⠀ ❫ #aristarchos #|| translation: wreck him

[beherits]

could pei ming stop looking at him like that ?  he’d been giving san lang some space ... he could feel the missing space the ghost king had once occupied ,  he didn’t need to be reminded ...   “ do we really seem that close - . “   @aristarchos​

#world. tgcf #aristarchos #xie lian twirling his hair around his finger .. do san lang and i really seem like a couple ??? aha no .. #// pause to mention i love pei ming so much

[encntdvoice]

@aristarchos sang: leona vc: facts

Eeep !! she didn’t expect him to be listening. “ A - aha, yes … urm, although the little one does seem keen on giving you a new look, hm ? ” cheka wasn’t the only one.

#aristarchos #( bloody hell ) #( I need to sort out the tags on here ) #( but I’m laughing at how quickly everyone got involved )

[umbra-speculum]

@aristarchos || Jamil >> Leona 

             How peaceful it was to utilize the school’s cafeteria long after everyone had went to bed— Kalim included, because he never felt like it was a particularly good idea to leave him by himself. Even with the lull in atmosphere and nobody to bug him at his side, he was still working to prepare meals for Scarabia’s housewarden, but he’d at least allowed himself some music turned down low.

             Even with a tune that could count as a distraction, Jamil still pauses his mincing of ingredients to look up and over a large pot when he senses a presence near. He’s not guilty of anything— he would always leave the kitchen in the exact same state he’d found it in. Still, his occupation of serving Kalim had drilled his instincts into him, even if he does immediately go back to his craft.

             “ Ah, Leona. I’d expect to see Ruggie here before you. Did you skip a meal? ”

#{ Muse; Jamil } #v; tba #aristarchos #it won't let me tag you yet so yeet #i don't really remember Jamil interacting with Leona much so forgive me if this is absolute shiet #they seem to only be paired up when necessary so i figured this would work outside of that

[queensconquest]

starter for @aristarchos​ ^-^

    Suwa  hadn’t  said  anything  when  ,  in  the  process  of  saving  Kurusu’s  emotional  hide  again  ,  the  vials  of  liquid  blood  he  kept  had  been  smashed.  Only  snapped  at  Kurusu  for  his  hesitation  to  kill  as  usual  before  sitting  himself  down  in  the  clearing  in  the  forest  while  the  rest  headed  back  into  town.  None  of  them  questioned  it  -  or  at  least  Kurusu  and  Yamagami  hadn’t.  His  cold  demeanor  was  often  successful  at  keeping  them  away. 

   But  in  truth  ,  he  wasn’t  nearly  as  fine  as  he  acted.  Especially  when  he  hadn’t  gotten  to  feed  today  yet.  Already  Suwa  could  feel  the  hunger  gnawing  at  his  mind  as  he  curled  up  into  a  small  ball.  Further  from  a  village  would  be  better  because  it’d  be  further  from  humans.  He’d  find  shelter  before  the  sun  rose  ,  or  crawl  back  at  the  last  minute  and  pass  out  before  hunger  could  do  more.  He  needed  more  blood  than  the  rest  did  ,  and  the  blood  candies  were  inedible  to  his  palette.  But  he  had  to  hold  out.   He  pressed  his  head  back  into  the  tree  bark  ,  relishing  the  pain  that  detracted  from  the  hunger  -  and  the  rare  flare  of  cold  fear.  Fear  of  falling  back  into  a  mindless  state  ,   of  -

   “  Takeuchi  ?  “  Surprise  filled  Suwa’s  voice  when  he  his  head  jerked  up  as  he  felt  a  hand  on  his  shoulder.  He  was  half  torn  between  asking  a  question  or  delivering  a hostile  comment  to  drive  the  other  away  even  as  his  eyes  lingered  on  the  other’s  throat  and  forearms.  It  was  for  Takeuchi’s  own  good.  Suwa  had  fed  on  vampires  before.  Yet  maybe  that  was  exactly  why  Takuchi  seemed  to  be  making  the  offer  he  did  -  to  feed  on  him.  “  Do  you  have  any  idea  what  you’re  saying  ?  “  Suwa  finally  forces  out  ,  even  as  the  idea  makes  his  mouth  ache  and  the  hunger  flare  stronger.

#aristarchos #he's so hungry ;-; #but also doesn't- doesn't want to just attack or demand #suffers in silence #and gotta make sure takeuchi knows what he's doing #〉you are a walking contradiction of monster and slayer〈 — † ⌜suwa⌟

[planisphaere]

@aristarchos​ sent:

“Jin Ling, you’re not allowed to date until you’re married” // Jiang cheng

“If you don’t allow me to date then I will have to elope because next you will say I cannot marry until you are married. And that will take forever because your standards are too high!” It’s not like he’s listening anyway, he is already dating.

#poor jiang cheng gets dramatic nephew #he's already dating but jiujiu doesn't need to know uwu #aristarchos #•.★*… 「Jin Ling」.ic

[feietouhuo]

*traps Mu Qing inside a giant unpoppable bubble*

❝ WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS, XIE LIAN!? ❞ mu qing throws kicks & punches at the bubble with lightning speed. what did xie lian mean to do with this!?

if he wanted him to go somewhere, couldn't he have asked?? mu qing wasn't going to say no. probably.

❝ LET ME OUT OF HERE THIS INSTANT! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T. ❞

#aristarchos #LET HIM FREE HE IS NOT A BALLOON LET HIM GO!! #DO NOT TRAP FERAL CATS #mu qing has alreayd started cursing this isn't looking good for his blood pressure :(

[s4crificial-a]

     “  EXCUSE ME, do you allow photography in here?  ” Maybe he should’ve introduced himself instead of starting with a question, but there’s no time to waste! “  I’m shooting an essay on overworked and underpaid servers, baristas, you know, essential workers, and I thought this would be a great place to start.  ” Hopefully they’re not camera shy because he intentionally came after the morning rush, right before noon, and yes, he’s absolutely skipping class. “  Also, if you don’t mind, it’d be cool to interview you. Have any time?  ” 

closed starter / @aristarchos​ — for freya! 

#aristarchos #{ beck ; ic } — lonely and lonelier still. #{ beck ; closed starter } — there is still time left to leave. #{ v ; default } — counting down the days until you leave.

[blcssed]

don’t. // @aristarchos​ ❝ don’t laugh. ❞ // diamammon

                 a hand pressed to tan lips as he withheld his chuckle. he knew mammon was rather easy to startle out of all the brothers, but he did forget just how scared he really could become. he couldn’t help it, especially when he was the one who chose the horror movie. not that diavolo was entirely immune to being startled - he was squeamish on certain thrill rides, but horror movies? not so much. it was hard to be scared of creatures that lived in his kingdom. 

                 ‘ no, no - of course not. ’ he played into mammon’s warning after clearing his throat, but his grin never left his features. strong arms were picking up his mate and putting him in his lap. rubbing at his back, the prince stared up into teary sapphire eyes. ‘ would you like to watch something else? there’s plenty of movies and genres to pick from here, baby. ’ 

                 perhaps he should have listened to his brothers and the photos of proof of him being absolutely horrified at a movie - so much so he knocked lucifer over on the couch and scared everyone else with his screams.

#love letters ( inbox. ) #aristarchos #diavolo + mammon ( don't stop looking at me even for a while; keep your eyes only on me. ) #he really doing his best to not laugh #but more bc he's cute not to make fun of him sduifdnhgj