#deimos.

[absentmoon]

THROWS MY PHONE ACROSS THE ROOM

[rvexillology]

Mars Flag (Greek symbols for the Mars and its moons: Phobos and Deimos. Colours are inverted of the planets surface and space so astronauts can see it batter)

from /r/vexillology Top comment: That actually gets me thinking. Most people use red and black flags for mars, but it really would be better to use something that stands out. The whole purpose of a flag is to stand out.

[hypnoidize]

DATE & TIME: september 22nd, 10:30pm LOCATION: founder’s ball  STATUS: closed for @abramxlee

once you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all. the big lights, the crystal chandeliers, champagne flutes; taffeta gowns and pressed ties. how eyes look from over wine glasses, how breaths are held and tensions are ever-so high as the night progresses.

how horribly boring. 

usually he gets paid for these things, makes his nights a little more worthwhile. a quick scan of the room has red lips lifting ever-so-slightly, focusing on a tall figure not too far from him. 

at the very least, he deserves to go home with wallets just a smidge thicker, no? he makes his way over to the man, traces soft fingers along the line of shoulders before facing him, smile still ever-sweet, rosebuds blooming. 

“my angel,” he tilts his head slightly, coquettish. “have you perhaps followed up on that client i asked about some time ago? it breaks my heart to know that some think that they can fuck me for free, like some sort of common whore. to think i got down on my knees for them, truly.” 

he stops when he looks at the other closer - collar slightly skewed, hair still windswept - eyes move up to the red smudge just behind ears, boy reaching to wipe the blood away from skin. 

“got a little carried away, sweetheart?” cleo brings the now-stained finger to his mouth, smiles around new splotch that mars his lips. “i do hope that was for me.” 

[likecphcenix]

modestlyricist || keeping it vague so you can make it any of your muses

“What does that even mean?” he had been talking to Selene moments prior before the two of them had been separated upon her command of him making some friends, the usual command she issued in hopes that him opening up his black smoke filled void of a chest (or his heart, kind of) would make him human, but said feat was almost impossible with his personality. He had developed this one on his own, though, so he supposes he made his own bed to lie in, though the words she had said that day were bothering him. What dd she man by finding the Jekyll to his Hyde? “...Hyde and seek?”

“What are you looking at?” Deimos may be confused but he sure as hell knew when someone was staring at him, if only because men and women alike had always flinched upon his presence, bringing forth the primal instinct of terror but this human form should not bring fear to anyone, he only used it for those with very prominent and specific Androphobia, usually for those who were afraid of attractive men in particular. “Did I say somethin’ weird?”

[absentmoon]

SROP