Fear Incarnate.

Indie blog for Starfighter/Starfighter: Eclipse.

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lmao guess who still remembers the account details for this blog

i’m salty about starfighter with the way hamlet is handling some things but i still love jules forever and for always 

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Cosplay blog!

ooc: For one day only, this blog will be turning into a cosplay blog tonight. 

I will cosplaying my beautiful queen Phobos, and my friend will be cosplaying Cain. Please feel free to send questions or things in for us to make gifs for <3

[amoonofmars]

ooc: I am still on vacation out of state until the 18th, but until then I will try to remain somewhat active although I only really have tow active threads right now oops. Good news though is that this weekend, my Phobos blog will likely turn into a cosplay blog for one day so I encourage you guys to keep a look out for that and send in stuff for my friend and I to use so we can make gifs and what not. I’ll be Phobos, she’ll Cain. 

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ACKNOWLEDGE

“Acknowledged… regretfully. Honestly, is this really necessary?” 

[amoonofmars]

How We Met; /arcturus-procyon

[amoonofmars]

That never happened with Jules, he was either in everyones business all of the time or wanted everyone to fuck off which typically happens an equal amount of times. Sometimes at the same time, it was downright impressive, in his own eyes. 

Eliott was big, tall, and Jules knew could probably pound him into a pancake if he so chose. But he couldn’t help himself, a man was showing backbone towards him, and didn’t seem to bat an eye over it. How could he just let this one go without a little prodding and fun? 

Besides, he could see the other beginning to give in. Not many could stay completely silent under his silver gaze, it was entirely off putting. 

“I just wanted to see how long you could last. I have a habit of judging men by their stamina, sue me.” 

Taking a sip from his water bottle, he set it back down carefully, stil eyeing the future navigator in front of him. Future naviagor, although the guy had the body of a fighter. 

“You seem... interesting. Honestly, you were the first person to actually stick up for yourself and deal with me in a civilized, intelligent fashion. I can appreciate that much, at least.” Eyes shifted down to the other’s magazine, legs crossed under the table, Jules made himself comfortable. “But here is the real deciding question. On a scale from one to ten, how much do you enjoy putting people in their place and having conversations that don’t make you lose brain cells after the first three minutes?” 

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How We Met; /arcturus-procyon

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Jules’ own town in France was... alright in size, actually fairly small in population but not very far from Paris so he was used to large buildings and far too many people. Jules knew how to adjust to certain situations, but this one didn’t take much effort in that department. 

At least it was better than living in his house, of course he had it easy with living under his parents roof, they paid for everything and it was so damn easy to snag credit card numbers and cash when Jules needed extra spending money. But he was also an independent person. He wanted to live on his own, wanted to fend for himself and be the adult he was. Only thing he was going to miss back home was his sister but he just could call her, that would do. 

And perhaps the ability to lock himself in his room when he finally got entirely too fed up with the people around him. He could do that here, but there was the matter of his dormmate, who he’d yet to even meet as he’d quickly dropped off the few personal belongings he had in his room and headed right back out to get things like finding his classes and learning the layout done. 

But now here he was, staring up at the massive wall of white before him, an eyebrow quirked when he let the response sink in. This guy... was actually the first one to talk back, the first one to defend himself and shut down Jules’ words. As annoyed as he was, he did also have to admit the guy impressed him. 

“I’ve never been known for my ability to mind my own business. But by all means, if you’re confident you can handle it then take a seat.” 

Impressed, definitely, but he wasn’t immediately going to just let the guy sit there without testing him a little. Challenging him. As independent as Jules was, and as short a fuse as he has with a majority of people, he knew in the back of his mind things were going to get boring very quickly if he didn’t have someone by his side that could be on the same level as him. 

[footballseason]

If you could do more Phobos and Porthos I would adore that :'D Thank you <3

regularly scheduled trips to the bathroom mirror

[flashbriefs-deactivated20160503]

DONT MIND ME i love them the most 

not shrunk

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How We Met; /arcturus-procyon

Jules had been waiting for so long to enter this academy, far too long for his own good. He’d been in a better place recently, somewhat, finally getting out of his childhood home, out of France, out of the life he had been ready to leave behind before he even entered it. The blond was still a rather harsh person, quick to push anyone and everyone away from him as far as possible with the use of his quick wit and ruthless insults, but today he was at least in a better mood. A better day, as it stands. First day in the academy, readying himself to be the navigator he had his mind set on being since about the age of 16, and so far things were going decent. He had his courses, had his dorm, and now he sat in the large cafeteria sector of the ridiculously large building, being left alone with a half eaten BLT wrap, water bottle, and navigator history book rested on the table before him. 

So far, everyone who tried to bother him or ask to sit next to him had gotten roughly the same response, even the same face. 

“Do I look like I want to be pestered by you right now?” Followed by a well placed insult, usually something involving the person’s intelligence or clothing. And frankly, no one had tried to argue back with him, no one tried to challenge him or make the playing field leveled, and it was boring. But for the best, as per usual, and the blond made no moves to change his current streak of scaring away the other navigators as his nose buried itself back into his book. 

[amoonofmars]

Profound Sentence Meme

"People care about you, too, you know."

"What, and it's alright for you to save us, but never the other way around? Why not?"

"Don't you know how much you're loved?"

"You're trying to get yourself killed! Ever since it happened, you've been trying!"

"It's like you have a death wish."

"You're addicted to the adrenaline and sooner or later it will get someone killed. You, probably."

"What happened to you? Why are you like this?"

"This ISN'T okay."

"You can't keep treating yourself like this."

"I hear you crying sometimes, when you think nobody is listening."

"Do you know how sad you look sometimes?"

"What are you hiding from me? Just TELL me!"

"Something is eating you up from the inside. Something happened, or you've done something, or someone left. You need to share. Otherwise you're never going to feel okay again."

"Why are you like this?"

"Since when was doing THIS okay?"

"It's okay to talk to people."

"I'm not fragile, I'm not going to break if you talk to me about it. I'll listen and I'll care. That's it. I promise."

"You can't run away from this."

"I'm not going to leave you the moment you do something I disagree with."

"You're not secretly an irredeemably awful person!"

"What's going on with you?"

[amoonofmars]

Magazines. /arcturus-procyon

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One day he’d get a thank you, but those thank yous were a bit more rare and definitely required some work. But maybe that made them all the more special. But that was another thing that made Phobos gravitate towards Porthos, not only was the other navigator a good listener and put up with him, but he didn’t try to low key change who he was. He accepted him for who he was, put up with him and chose to spend time around him. That alone put Porthos in a very good place. 

Besides, being friends with Phobos did have its advantages, to boot. Such as--

“--Aggh!”

The hair. Why did it have to be the hair. “You pain in the ass...!” So he said, but Porthos was definitely the only person who could touch Phobos’ hair like that and not end up on his shit list for it. Point proven as he brought his fingers up to his hair to quickly fix it, could only hope it looked okay without a mirror to confirm, and continue the conversation. 

“Not today, I think Cain has him on some kind of errand... probably Abel duty as per usual, as if it isn’t obvious.” Arms crossed over the slim fighter’s chest, but thankfully that was the end of that part of his conversation. No complaining about Abel or Cain today. 

“I was thinking I’d either work a bit of overtime, or hang around you today. Were you planning on clocking in any more hours in the gym?” 

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Magazines. /arcturus-procyon

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Porthos was more surprised that Phobos was in the mood for gift giving than he was anything else. If there was one thing he knew about the Nav, it was that he was not naturally a giving person. And the fact that he’d clearly gone to effort to find something new for Porthos to read…well, he must be in a good mood today.

Though I probably didn’t need to know about the cum stains.

“Wow, Jules,” he said with a grin, “Tits and dicks? You know me too well.”

He leafed through through the top few, most of them fitness mags (where the hell were these being kept?) as well as one or two of the less surprising porn mags. Typical shit, most of it the kind of stuff that he’d seen or read before (there were only so many ways to word an article about getting ‘rock hard abs in three easy steps’ after all), but it was the thought that counted. And Phobos had obviously put a lot of effort in.

“These are great,” Porthos folded the magazines under his arm, genuinely pretty pleased that he’d actually have some new reading material for a few days. “You didn’t have to do that. Feeling a bit sentimental?”

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Perhaps he was feeling generous lately, if anything. Things had been getting under his skin as usual but Porthos was proving good company, if he had to be stuck completely alone on this ship without at least one person to talk with he’d definitely have gone insane. Besides, magazines were an easy find on this ship, and it wasn’t difficult finding the hiding spots that the fighters most frequent. The dogs usually weren’t too bright in keeping their hiding spots a secret, but had Porthos been interested in something else like cigarettes or alcohol... well, they were there, but definitely were more of a hot commodity. 

“Figured you’d appreciate the variety. Let me know which magazines you like best, and I’ll keep an eye out for more.” 

However, sentimental... hmm, maybe not the right word. Was Phobos ever actually sentimental? 

“I don’t know about sentimental. But thankful... thankful works. If I didn’t have at least one competent and intelligent preson to talk with on this ship, I’d send myself out of the airlock.” Was he being hyperbolic? Who fucking knows. “But I know you’re not always thrilled with hearing me bitch. Yet you still do, so... figured the magazines were the least I can do to make it all worth it.” Worth the headaches, the stress, everything, although Phobos wasn’t about to admit that talking to him could be a chore. 

Oh no, if you ask him, he’ll let you know that speaking to him is a gift. 

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Magazines. /arcturus-procyon

After seeing the way Porthos’ magazines seemed to stick together and curl at the edges, worn from many reads and rereads, Phobos knew it was time for a few upgrades. It wasn’t going to be that difficult to find them, and once he recalled the various hiding places he knew the fighters used, it was childs play to collect a few of them for his friend. Plenty of fitness magazines, five of them as a matter of fact, Phobos was surprised to find so many of them just abandoned and in decent condition as well. Plus, had to admit he did find a handful of pornographic magazines, managed to get a magazined geared towards gay men and one toward straight men. Variety is the spice of life, after all. 

Never before would Phobos put so much effort into finding magazines for anyone else, but Porthos... he’d earned it. Yes he had his snippy moments, moments where Phobos had a feeling he was getting fed up with the complaining, but his friend still put up with him and took part in the shit talking himself. It was a match made in heaven, and the other navigator deserved these magazines. One he had the magazines fully collected, he went searching for the navigator and once his target was spotted, made his move. Approaching the taller blond, Phobos took the magazines out from behind his back and held them up in a stack, like a waiter holding a tray, and looked awfully proud of himself. 

“Took a bit of searching and stealing, but I found these for you. Minimal cum stains too, I checked. You like?”

[footballseason]

invasive morning selfie

[amoonofmars]

ooc: Phobos is definitely back and he and I are craving some attentions from you fine folks out there. So please like this post for a starter and let’s get things rolling <3

[footballseason]

sweater vest

[wildandwild]

aka if people just listened to ellen ripley then bad shit wouldn’t happen