MOVED.

☆FIND ME @ AGRAVITAE ☆ i've lost muse for this version of nova, & i apologize to those who i had threads with. all threads will be dropped, & i will not be coming back to this blog.

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                                 LET THE SPARKS OF LIFE                                              TURN INTO ＦＬＡＭＥＳ.

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&&. one half of daft punk.

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             a box brimming with music ( encased in the form of vinyls )              almost escapes from his grasp, but he manages to stabilize              it by pressing it hard to cold chest. the club is nowhere near              being READY TO PARTY, but guy-man always preferred to              show up early, when given a chance. approaching the console              slowly, he reluctantly greets the girl standing behind it, unsure              if he   APPROVES   of her tinkering with the settings. 

                                                      ❛ ah— you’re here to set us up…? ❜

       darkened chrome digits move about, adjusting            knobs &. sliders; organizing wires &. other such           things, searching for the optimum sound that            a few years of experience, &. a little bit of cheating           from abilities that heightened a few senses. with           her own pair of burgundy headphones ( only one           speaker in use, the headphones partially hanging           around her neck ), she listens in to the sampler tunes,           fingers tweaking buttons every so often. the woman           jumps slightly, electric blue hues opening wide as she           drops the headphones to hang 'round her neck.

                                ❛ hm ? oh, yeah ! uh, unless you'd rather...... ❜

           her voice trails off, memories flooding of WHO            was coming to perform that night. she feels a rush            of an icy cold sensation shoot down her spine as she            turns around to face the GOLDEN robot.

                                ❛ u-unless if y-you'd rather do it yourself ? ❜

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&& vestus. *

                              ”Please just call me, Vestus.                                            Because that’s my name. What planet                                           are you from?         You don’t look like                                            anything I have seen before.             ”

                              " Oh, what a lovely name !                                   Most people call me Nova. I                                               come from Arctious; a planet                                              located in a quasar some light                                              years away. I guess I could say                                              the same ! You're very pretty, 

                                                                  Vestus. "

[gosh]

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                                 LET THE SPARKS OF LIFE                                              TURN INTO ＦＬＡＭＥＳ.

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aaaah— there we go there we go! i hit my 300 last night and i couldn’t be more happier as i am! according to the fact that this blog is already like… 3-4 weeks old and i’m quite amazed to hit this milestone within a short time! 

thank you! thank you very much!

you guys give me strength, the fandom gives me strength and i NEVER felt that welcome to a fandom since i joined the klk-fandom about a mere year ago! i really find it stunning that you keep up with me after all what happened within different fandoms and the drama i had caused on 2k14. 

now let’s go to the list! i might have forgotten people, however— that doesn’t mean that i don’t like you. i have problems with my memory for quite a time. 

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&& STRANGER. *

        He had never been called “sir” before, at least not from what he could remember, so her gratitude almost sounded alien to him. Strange that she deemed Thomas and his worn appearance worthy of to be addressed in such a respectful way. With most individuals, he was acknowledged with a nod or a simple thands, so as she stepped inside, he stared at her, puzzled by that one word.

        Of course, he caught himself when he remembered that staring was frowned upon, socially, especially since he didn’t have a face. The ambiguity of his helm probably threw people off. It was difficult to know precisely what he was looking at, although the hole in his vision forced him to tilt his head in order to properly view something.

        His hand followed along the door as he stepped inside, fingertips dragging towards the edge of the surface and falling away as it ended. It was cozy in here, not because of the faint lift in temperature he could make out, but because it was closed quarters. He preferred smaller places, they were comfortable. Too much space and it made him anxious. It reminded him of how alone he was, almost feeling exposed without a certain someone lingering at his side.

        A soft (though fuzzy) melodic hum eased from his speaker as he began to skim over the presented albums within the shop. He would try to make the most out of his visit before the time he spent there was considered extensive, then he would be back outside and back on the road. The time spent was often worth it, though. Even when he couldn’t purchase anything.

        As he looked through the varied collection, he unknowingly followed the young stranger to the area of the shop she stood in. He didn’t realize she was there until he was reaching in front of her for a Jimi Hendrix record. His voice crackled slightly as he excused himself.

                    ❝Pardon me...❞

        Lithe, metallic fingers brush against the casings of the various records, nearly all of her attention focused on finding at least one Little Richard record. Ears tiring of new music and it's repetitive beat and droning on of lyrics with bleak meaning; then again, she had always had a preference for older music, with it's lively beat and somewhat fuzzy voices due to less advanced recording technology.

        Recalling the tune of ' Tutti Frutti ' by the artist she currently searched for, her other hand's digits lightly tapped against her jean-clad thigh. The smile that had briefly left her lips returned, though far more faint than before. And to be quite honest, if she wasn't in public, she just might've started singing.

        Places like these brought back fond memories of when she was in high school, joining classmates to see what golden records they could find. Though Nova failed to keep constant contact with most of them, she supposed that old habits did indeed, die hard.

                       ❝ Oh, sure. ❞

        Her form shifts to the side, allowing for him to grasp the disc of his choosing. Icy eyes catch a glimpse of what he reaches for, and she finds herself giving the tiniest of nods for approval.

                        ❝ Nice choice, you've got there. ❞                           

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&& RUBY EYED GIRL.

   ʻ Are… Are you an a-alien? ʼ

       she couldn’t help but stare, she’d never seen someone        like her before. She was really… P R E T T Y.

     ' O-oh ? Ah, maybe I am ? '

           of course, she won't say it out loud.              she'll let the little girl, with a face full               of haggard youth && RUBY tones               come to her own conclusion.

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About the mun

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In general: 

Real name: nah

Nicknames: deer, cheesecake.

Age: 16

Sexuality: demi

Prefered pronouns: she/her, they/them, he/him

Are you a morning person?: sometimes

When swimming, do you prefer to do it in the ocean, or in a lake?:  ocean

On Tumblr: 

Anyone you would like to meet in real life?:  destructiveglitch, retrounit, generatious, technance, decadra, fleogende, ironbovine, lagentia, punziiie

Anyone you have met in real life?: nope ;v;

When did you first join? How old is your current account?: in 2013 i think ?? this one isn't even a month old.

Any peeves?: uhhhhhh i can't think of any rn

Unpopular opinion: umum i don't care about how anyone formats on the most part ??

Feelings:

Do you easily get jealous?: nope

Do you easily get angry?: nope

Are you easy to cheer up?: i guess ??

What’s the most hurtful thing someone could do to you?: lie to me 

What’s the most hurtful thing someone has done to you?:  bully me ??

Are you good at hiding your emotions?: yep

What’s the very best way to cheer you up?: idk i guess just let me vent and talk about stupid things our muses would do ??

Relationships:

Are you currently in a relationship?: nope

Do you currently have a crush on someone?:  yeah.....m o re tha n one person

If yes, might that someone be reading this?: m a yb  e

Do you kiss on the first date?: no

Do you prefer going out, or staying home, when it comes to dates?: uhhh either, but staying home bc cuddling and food....

Things: 

Favorite drink: caramel frappe

Favorite food:  anything spicy

Most calming place?: home

Most stressful place?:  school

Most priced possession?:  i d k

Tag five people (if you want to): generatious, caelas, exulantis, ironbovine, naivne ??? yall dont have to tho uwu

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&& UNKNOWN. *

        Thomas tilted his head slightly, as the stranger who had addressed him was standing right in the blind spot in his visor. The movement had simply been made to observe her gesture, in hopes that he hadn’t offended them. There hadn’t been irritation in their voice, but those with more expressive features had more than one way of displaying emotion. In this case, they appeared merely curious.

                    ❝A-ah, yes. Sorry.❞

        The apology slipped from his speaker like the air from human’s lungs. He was made of them, and it rarely occurred to him how unnecessary they were until the words had dispersed into the air. This one wasn’t completely unwarranted. He had been blocking the way of a few individuals, and it only made sense to atone for his mistake to someone.

        Cracked optics settled on the bag dangling carelessly from the bend of her elbow. He could make out the shapes of several records, faintly causing him to ponder what she planned to do with them. He deemed this none of his business and question swiftly faded. It was apparent that she planned to go inside, however. To follow up his brief response, he moved to plant his hand on the door, holding it open so that she can pass through before him.

          Lips quirk at the beaten up appearance of the other, thoughts stringing together a proper action to take next. Her mind was doubtlessly slower in the early hours of the weekends, late night get togethers && parties catching up to the young woman. Eyes kept contact to the blackened glass of the stranger's visor, mouth curving into a gentle smile.

                         ❝ It's fine; don't worry about it ! ❞

          She assumes he's spoken to her; reply carried in a soft, accented tone. Head canted, Nova's mind seems to wander for a few brief moments; the way the sky seems to be clouded with dust, the pattern of the clouds bringing back memories of research projects -- perhaps it would even rain due to the slight tinge of grey to them, or was that just the shadows from the glowing sun ?

           The woman snaps back to reality as the pressure of the door had been relived by said stranger, her hand slowly retracting to her side as she stepped into the somewhat warmer environment provided by the shop. 

                         ❝ Oh, thank you, sir. ❞

           Before she attends her business, she makes a quick turn for the small shelf filled with rock and roll records, eagerly searching for a few choice ones. It was an old habit to go to places like this; one ingrained from childhood.

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&& UNKNOWN. *

     prismaliite

      “I have many dreams and I have    to work hard in other to get those dreams to come true. “

         " Ambition is a great thing, isn't it ?              I admire your way of thinkin' miss. "

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                                 LET THE SPARKS OF LIFE                                              TURN INTO ＦＬＡＭＥＳ.

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&& UNKNOWN. *

        Thomas didn’t care much for his reflection. It hadn’t always been like this. While he didn’t constantly look at mirrors in the past, he did occasionally stop to  wipe a stray smudge off his helmet when he spotted it. Now this attitude was bordering on apathy. He felt there wasn’t much of a reason to care about looks since he was in bad shape already.

        In this case, the only reason he was staring at himself this time was because he had been peering into the glass window of a record shop. Such shops were already difficult to come across, since records seemed to be a very slowly dying form of media play. He as curious about what kept this particular shop in business, wondering if they sold other things besides records to keep afloat.

        As he stepped back to head in, he caught a look at himself staring blankly back, expression unreadable as always. Even with lighting and other elements obscuring the possibility of a clear reflection, he could still make out how rough he was. The way the sun bounced off his helmet indicated that it was dull, and he could still make out the obvious spiderwebbed crack on his visor. He began to reach up for it, but then quickly stopped and scooted forward when he saw people coming. He had been standing in the middle of the sidewalk, which was bound to get him some dirty looks. prismaliite

         The early morning sky bathed the city in varying hues of smoky violet && pink, the few citizens roaming about still caught up in the weakening grip of slumber. Among them, Nova shook her head in an effort to awaken, yet it seemed as if the mere five hours of sleep would not suffice. Dull blue jacket tugged with one hand to cover her neck from the bite of cool air, the other grasping a warm cup of Starbucks' coffee, a plastic bag filled with a few records for donation hanging from the crook of her elbow. 

         Inky locks bounced ever so slightly as she continued her leisurely trek to the record store a few blocks from her home; scuffed, black tennis shoes occasionally dragging softly against the concrete of the sidewalk. Just the next block, && she'd reach the store; a temporary shield from the wintry weather.

         Minutes had passed, steps slowed once she approached a small cluster of people on their own journey to somewhere in the city. A dull shine of silver caught her eye; a strange man with a helmet standing by the record shop. Odd, as people here never adorned such things upon their heads as he did. An inward shrug was supplied; separating herself from the minuscule crowd, she moved towards the door, free hand pushing open the door. A glance towards the stranger turned to words spoken in a quite, curious tone.

                                 " Are you coming in ? "

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         ' are you telling me that you don't              drink this much coffee ? that's....so strange... '

&&. omnitrixtic || mcxormick

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&& SHE’S FROM ANOTHER WORLD. cosmic crusader, stellar superhero, super-nova, all nicknames for the galactic girl who travels between galaxies &&. star systems. gravity manipulation,  superhuman strength &&. agility, a device for teleportation, &&. a touch of  electrokinesis, ( don’t worry, she’s  waterproof !! ), this technopathic dame busts her  way through any &&. ALL obstacles; no matter who or  what dares stand in her way. though, she isn’t the  ' heroically, perfectly, morally aligned ' type ! in fact,  she can even get along with some villains if they get  on her good side. pretty chill for a superhero !

&& UNEARTHLY INHABITANT. hailing from a QUASAR, some forty thousand, to perhaps even a million light years away, she isn’t very accustomed to EARTH’s customs. many things shock her, like the fact humans WALK, instead of FLOAT &&. FLY. comedy is another thing she doesn’t get; she’ll laugh along even if she doesn’t get it. truly an ALIEN, she manages to blend in with HUMAN society by hiding her bionic arm beneath long sleeved clothing, and disguising her GLOWING, white eyes to look like icy, electric blue ones. she’s also taken an affinity to skating — both ice &&. rollerskating ! though, don’t be surprised if she asks you to go flying with her, or to take a ride in her spaceship !

[ art by kagemxne. ]

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&& DISCONNECTED. following that, does anyone want a starter from that verse ? like this post for one !!

[alexneonakis]