Astronomy (əˈstrɒnəmi) from the Greek ἀστρονομία
n. a natural science that studies celestial objects and phenomena. one of the oldest of the natural sciences.
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@hiikoshii
Astronomy (əˈstrɒnəmi) from the Greek ἀστρονομία
n. a natural science that studies celestial objects and phenomena. one of the oldest of the natural sciences.
Where the hell am I?
It’s been years and I don’t how to ?????? function???????
I need to stop disappearing because -- man...
[ ctrl ] + [ shift ]
Soft Touches || accepting
{ @hiikoshii }
[ shift ] for your muse to move hair off my muses face
[ ctrl ] + [ shift ] to ‘enter a command’ :3c
“No, you’re right, I need a haircut.” Messy locks are pinched between calloused fingers and twirled around idly while Iris offers a smile to hint her amusement at the Atlas’ concerned look. As of the late she’s been neglecting attending to mundane stuff such as finding hair pins to tuck her fringe away from her eyes or even grabbing a sharp blade and chopping it all off herself in favour of getting to as much errands as possible for the week. Not that it bothers her enough for her to notice anyway. Though she supposes she should deal with it before her next hunt to make sure it doesn’t hinder her sight, as the being so kindly pointed out earlier.
Atlas speaks again, in the same calm manner as ever with her tone presenting hints of mild curiosity. “Please, allow me to do something.” A curt gesture of the hand for Iris to stand closer, and the Amicitia complies easily and wordlessly– though if the being were to brandish out scissors from out of nowhere, Iris may just protest.
She nears where the Atlas is settled upon a futon in their residence, awaiting the other to stand up or float to do whatever it is she plans on doing onto the huntress. Except Iris doesn’t expect to receive another bodily gesture, one that instructs her to close their gap further according to the hand patting down on the being’s lap. It takes her a few seconds to figure out what the request meant, and then contemplate whether Atlas was being serious or not but the look on the being said it all– deadpan features look innocent enough, downright clueless to a gesture most humans would consider somewhat inappropriate.
Ah. Well–
Ever so casually straddling another’s lap isn’t a thing but somehow the huntress does it just so, confident in all the years she’d spent acquainted with the being that this wouldn’t go down that path. Not that you’d find her complaining either. But hell– anyway. Iris rests both legs on either side of Atlas’ and keeps their torsos half an arm’s length away for good measure as she directs the other a puzzled glance. “Yes?” When the being’s hands reach up to her face, she quickly tucks her chin down to allow for the other to easily reach her unruly hair. And soon she hears thoughtful humming as Atlas’ fingers gingerly set to work to brush aside the locks to reveal grime-stained and blood-speckled face.
Iris doesn’t have the heart to tell the other that their current position is not necessary for hair-fixing. Actually, she doesn’t quite want to, either, now that she’s comfortable. Dark lashes flutter shut while she focuses on the gentle touches upon her forehead and crown, hoping inwardly that the being’s curiosity won’t be satiated for another good minute or two because damn is it good to finally relax for once.
The Birthplace of Stars - LH 95
Known as LH 95, this is just one of the hundreds of star-forming systems, called associations, located in a nearby galaxy known as the LMC (Large Magellanic Cloud) some 160,000 light-years away. Earlier ground-based observations of such systems had only allowed astronomers to study the bright blue giant stars present in these regions. With Hubble’s resolution, the low-mass stars can now be analyzed, which will allow for a more accurate calculation of their ages and masses.
Credit: NASA / JPL
˻ starry starry rp prompts ˺
→ for when you feel that space feel. ☆
STARTERS:
“Hey, look - a shooting star!”
“We’re gonna miss the meteor shower, come on and hurry up!”
“Maybe it’s just the moon and the stars above us and all, but you look really nice tonight. Like, more than usual.”
“Hey… Do you think aliens exist?“
“I just noticed this tonight, but your freckles sort of remind me of the stars… You probably get that a lot.”
“Aren’t you an astrologer? Do you get to go to space?”
“That’s the Taurus constellation right there, and that’s the Big Dipper…“
“Dammit, I forgot my camera!“
“Phew, it’s pretty cold out tonight…“
“This is a pretty neat first date, star gazing. Didn’t know you could be so romantic…”
“Did your bring your telescope? I wanna see them clearer.”
“I thought this would be kinda boring at first, not gonna lie, but this is actually pretty fun.”
PROMPTS:
Send ☆ for our muses to have a picnic under the stars.
Send ☄ for my muse knock on your muse’s window in the middle of the night. (Bonus: my muse uses a rock and accidentally breaks your muse’s window.)
Send ♃ for an alternate universe wherein my muse comes from another alien planet who accidentally somehow bump into yours.
Send ♆ for our muses to go to the beach late at night to stargaze.
i just wanna float amongst the stars and not think for a while
concept: there is no more light pollution and you can see every single star in the heavens. all is beautiful and quiet and there is nothing between you and the vast cosmos above
Christian Dior HC S/S 2015
lemme smash
incoming transmission || @lunaliee
❝Luna, are to proposing to engage in intercourse? While I appreciate your… generous offer? –I do not believe we can produce an offspring… Shall I direct you to compatible individuals?❞
Quiet is the room they've decided to occupy for the day, only broken once Iris presents a quaint response of "Absolutely nothing," to the Atlas' question she, for once, could not figure out the answer to: 'What is the importance of this game?' "There's no point to it," Iris states, steadying her hand to prepare for their 'game', "it just-- just gives you enjoyment briefly. Now, get ready to /enjoy/." Fingers splay open to let go of a waterballoon well-aimed to land upon gelled raven spikes....
incoming transmission || @floweringeclipse / @laevisxmnus
At first, a whist of lament departed from the Atlas by virtue of this ho-hum response Iris provided, for if it had little point why bother conducting or condoning? Sure, games are meant to be enjoyed, yet everything has a purpose; even the individual’s denial of a purpose held a purpose. Ah, once again she was over analyzing. Logistics within mental capacity subsided, but only to be eclipsed by her varying gaze this… rubbery latex containing water. The ceaseless urge to inquire gnaw at her tongue, much alike her teeth that began to clench on said tongue; she stifled herself, just long enough to observe Iris releasing the mass. D e s c e n d i n gCompletely transfixed on the journey than the destination, but lo, as the object made landfall and ruptured upon a certain man’s crown the water washed over him like high tide. And the sound that detonated past her own lips: impromptu, an immodest expel of noise that could easily mirror a bark. Sterlings widen, oh-so wide, and altered between the soaked victim and the ingenious woman adjacent to her. All the while, she was laughing, becoming louder and LOUDER the more her mind replayed the look on Noctis’ face. Something so childishly wicked,yet so whimsical in the mere act – now she’s beginning to understand the ‘endgame.’
So it’s @telumscintilla / @hiikoshii ‘s birthday and I made this moodboard (kinda meant to be a dual promo so tell me if you want to concretize that) and I hope you like it I love you Iva!!!!!
send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---
violacexus :
florror:
alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !
✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair . ❤ = kissing them . ₪ = asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them . ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare . ♣ = discovering them crying . 回 = patching a wound . ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .