see you later, navigator.

Tiberius' & Praxis' navigator. A bara bean that is too sweet and kind for any world. Rebooted 7-4-2016. Sideblog to @suverbia

[dirtylittlemuses]

Harsh words sentence starters || Send one for my muse’s reaction

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 "You’re embarrassing!“ "You act like a fucking child.”  "Sometimes I can’t remember why I ever loved you in the first place.“  "What did I tell you about trying to hold my hand in public?”  "I don’t want people to know that I’m dating you!“  "You’re pathetic…”  "You make me sad. Just looking at you…“  "I can’t be around you anymore.”  "You’re not worth it.“  "You’re nothing. Not to me. Not to anyone.”  "Stop looking at me like that…like you’re expecting me to care. You should know better by now.“ "You’re useless.”  "Loving you was the most idiotic thing I’ve ever done.“  "Pretending to love you was excruciating.”  "You thought I could really love someone like you?“  "I’m just…getting tired of you.”  "I have to get out. You’re ruining my life.“  "I used to dream about you but now you’re the star of my nightmares.”  "You’re a disappointment.“  "I tried to love you..I really did.”  "You’ll never be anything to me.“  "I wished you realized how much I’ve grown to loathe you.”  "You’re so ignorant.“  "You look ridiculous!”  "I’m not going out with you in public looking like that.”  "Every one makes fun of you.“  "You make me look bad.”  "You’re a waste of time.“ "I’m not yours anymore!”  "It’s not [her/him]! It’s anyone! I could love anyone more than I love you.“  "You don’t deserve me.”

[muse-with-fuse]

“nothing” starters

“I owe everybody nothing.” ”Nothing’s more painful than ______.” “Nothing’s quite left me this sore.” “I was left with nothing.” “You know nothing!” “You’ve given me nothing but a massive headache.” “It’s nothing. Drop it.” “I have nothing to show.” “You’re nothing but a _____.” “I have nothing to say.” “Nothing really matters.” ”Nothing ever stays the same.” ”There’s nothing left to fight for.” ”Regret will do nothing.” ”Nothing lasts forever.” ”There’s nothing left worth saying.” ”You’re nothing to me.” ”They’re nothing to me.” ”I have nothing left.” ”Nothing’s wrong.” “Are you sure nothing happened?”

[stutterisms]

send me a symbol for...

[rpmememaker]

✿  five times my muse almost texted yours, and the one time they did.

▲  five time my muse thought about kissing yours, and the one time they did.

☠  five times my muse thought about hitting yours, and the one time they did.

★  five times my muse though yours looked breath-taking, and the one time they voice it.

❤  five times my muse says they don’t love yours, and the one time they admit it.

▼  five times my muse has caught yours getting off, and the one time they help out.

♫  five times my muse swears it’s not a date, and the one time it maybe is.

☪  five times our muses almost hold hands, and the one time they do.

☁  five times my muse has thought about yours, and the one time they do something about it.

☢  five times my muse almost sends a nude, and the one time they do.

For the next five asks, my muse cannot tell a lie.

[romaleos-blog1]

My muse misses your Ethos.

Well if you don’t tell me who you are, I can’t do much about that. 

[romaleos-blog1]

Starfighter Roleplay Blog!

Friendly reminder that I play Ethos--- Would like some more SF people to write with.

@romaleos

Tell me about the moment your Muse realized they were in love with mine.

Send me "have you evers" and I'm gonna answer with yes or no

[thisfighterkicksass]

Sitting up again, Cain looks Ethos in the eye and can’t help but to grin. “Honestly? It’s a miracle most of you Navs haven’t. But then again, most of you guys haven’t had to fight every day just for your right to breath.”

Taking another drag of his cigarette, Cain slowly exhales the smoke in Ethos’ direction. Don’t think for a moment he hasn’t noticed the red hints that have risen on those plump cheeks. Cain knows he’s getting to Ethos… perfect. But, the kid has spirit, he can relate and he has to admit, he likes it. 

“Look, I’ll tell ya somethin’ Ethos. If you get too caught up in thinking about the way things should be, you miss what’s in front of ya. Bad things, and good ones. Opportunities get missed that way, and I know for one I’m not about to let any chances get by me. Maybe if ya stopped dwellin’ so much on what should be with that idiot of a fighter you have…”

Laughing, Cain shook his head and relaxed again. “Nah, never mind I said anything,” he continued, waving his hand dismissively and taking another pull of the vodka. 

[romaleos-blog1]

“Mm.” He acknowledged Cain’s words, but he didn’t have much to say to them. It was true, most Navigators just had it better by default. Ethos was one of them. Though his family struggled monetarily, it was nowhere near the likes of what someone from the colonies would experience.

“I’m just focusing on my work, mostly.” There was nothing better to do on this God forsaken tin can, anyways. Ethos’ eyebrows raised. He knew from the get go that Cain had some sort of shady plan---probably looking for more ways to get to Praxis---not that Ethos cared much. The two argued like school kids.

“Oh, please do regale me.” Ethos snorted. 

[korollvov-deactivated20181031]

     He wants him to finish right there and then, Cain is nowhere near scared of the outcome, in fact he enjoys it, but he isn’t quite done with the navigator just yet; he still has some plans between the two of them inside of this storage closet. 

Keep reading

[romaleos-blog1]

Ethos is more than happy that Cain is taking the initiative---his mind is

racing, but it’s hard to focus on his anxiety when he hears Cain’s voice.

He nearly loses it then---just hearing the man’s voice is enough at this

point---and his whole body tenses as he forces himself to not come.

“I---Yes.” 

Orders. Yes. He can follow those, so he turns and leans against the wall,

sweat dripping down his chin as he shivers in anticipation. Ethos’ eyes

widen when he realizes they have no lube. Oh shit. So this part isn’t going

to be a very pleasant feeling. In fact, it’s going to hurt like hell. Shoulders

tense & his nose wrinkles. At this point it’s up to Cain where they go from

here.

[condrika-blog]

     “ Uh. “

His fingers couldn’t help but grip the solid masses on either arm. 

    “ You’re… uh… “ Well endowed? “ You’re strong. “

He looked down slightly to look Ethos in the eye.

     “ Do you work out?? “ he asked shyly.

[romaleos-blog1]

Ethos’ cheeks turn a bit pink & he laughs nervously.

“Ah, yes, I do. Decent way to relieve...anxiety, I suppose.”

And a shrug as he tilts his head. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

[korollvov-deactivated20181031]

@romaleos ---- 💅

Send “💅” for a combined aesthetic board of our muses.

[condrika-blog]

@romaleos continued from x

Selene knew that Ethos gave great hugs! He knew it! And he was right!

     “ - Eep!! “

He lets out a tiny, surprised squeak when he feels his feet lift off from the floor, and a hot flush eminates from his cheeks when Ethos graces him with such a sweet kiss. 

     “ I am now. “

It takes a certain level of self control for Selene to NOT wiggle his feet and giggle like a teenage girl.

[romaleos-blog1]

“Are you sure?” 

Still holding him, though not up in the air now.

“You looked really sad, Selene. Do you need

someone to talk to?”

[romaleos-blog1]

Selene really wants a hug right now but he does not know how to ask for it so he just walks right up to Ethos and wordlessly wraps his arms around his neck, burying his face in the fellow navigator's fluffy hair. He squeezes it out as long he can, swaying from side to side ever so lightly.

“Well hey there---” He’s not sure why Selene is hugging him of all

people, but it looks like the Navigator needs some love. Ethos

returns the hug, well muscled arms lifting him up a little as he

presses a friendly kiss to the man’s cheek. “You okay?”

[somied-blog1]

Again the Fighter patted the mattress, watching him intently. “You can do so if you like.” His own accent slipped in on that last line, “I won’t force you.” Following his statement Deimos leaned in slowly, face barely inches from the other’s.

[romaleos-blog1]

Ethos sat down, albeit hesitantly, and smiled with an awkward air about

him. “I---I enjoy that sort of thing, so.” Wow, Deimos was really close.

He’d think that they might kiss, but he felt that the other was more like to

stab him than kiss him. “And---you’re very attractive. Deimos.” Ethos’ hand

reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind Deimos’ ear. “I hope you don’t

mind.”

[somied-blog1]

    An impish smile bloomed over Deimos’ features, cold eyes tinging with hunger as he gestured toward the bed, why waste time playing coy? They were both grown men, trapped on a flying can full of homosexual activity. It wasn’t a secret. “Door is locked.” He stated, had he planned for this all along? Who knew. Regardless, Equinox’s pilot sat himself on the mattress, patting the space beside him.

[romaleos-blog1]

“Ah---” He hesitated a little, cheeks only growing redder. Ethos’ lack of

experience was obvious. Aside from sucking cock during training, he

hadn’t done much else besides playing with toys. Praxis never gave him

any relief. “You don’t want me to just suck you off?” The term felt dirty on

his tongue, but that mattered little. 

[somied-blog1]

    He watched the little supernova unwind for a moment before tossing him a drollic nod. The sappy nature of his gratitude was grating, but not.. Unbearable, certainly a sharp contrast to his own Navigator. 

    “ Ice that. ” he added, gesturing to the purpling knuckles. Amusing. All of it really. Honestly, it was sheer impulse that he even grabbed Ethos then, but, why fix what wasn’t broken? The word, ‘owe’ seemed to pique his interest, as he turned to bear his icy eyes into the likeness of the Navigators. “ Owe. Would you like to repay me, now?”

[romaleos-blog1]

“I will.” Ethos tilted his head, nose wrinkling. “I don’t have anything else on me.

Nothing that would interest you---I could get more moonshine unless you

mean---” He paused, cheeks blooming into a bright red shade. “Oh.”

& he quieted, suddenly quite shy, shoulders slumping a little as he tried to

make himself small. “If you want me to I can.” Oh God, he couldn’t say it.

Ethos’ gaze flicked toward the ground---what did Deimos really want from him?