terramars

selective multi-muse with a great love for sci-fi plots featuring time travellers, extra-terrestrials, supernaturals & humans.

[terramars]

h-hello...

[knightpoet]

the musketeers: 35/∞

[fakehelper]

soulmate au where they hate each other and when they find out they’re soulmates they’re like “where’s the fuckin’ gift receipt because I want to return this defective piece of trash”

that’s it that’s the au

[tiemeup-donttiemedown]

oh, to be a spoiled, arrogant bastard prince, used to getting my way, confused and annoyed by my attraction to my strong angry bodyguard who won't put up with any of my shit

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starter for @lethalfngs / zaiden

Noa has great plans for today. From the moment she woke up to now -- just before lunchtime -- she’s been feeling great, too. It’s been raining all morning, yet the second Zaiden knocks on her door the sun starts to shine. It’s something she’s been noticing more and more lately; whenever the two of them are together, the sun shines. The universe is happy when they’re together and so is Noa. She opens the door for him, a smile on her face though it’s impossible for him to see. Three yellow roses are pressed against his nose and Noa laughs. “Happy almost Valentine’s Day!”

[jamsmemes]

(     *     VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET   !    

send some letters to find out more about my muse   !

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not? 

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

M   :   MOONLIGHT.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Q   :   QUESTION.   would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

W  :   WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

Z   :   ZZZ.   how many people has your muse slept with?

[fallentaehngel1230-deactivated2]

Achilles & Patroclus

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lethalfngs‌ / zaiden

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑳𝑬𝑫𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑶𝑷𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 with  far  less  grace  than  he  anticipates  ,  a  frustrated  hiss  grinds  out  through  gritted  fangs  as  his  tall  frame  skids  slightly  before  lurching  to  a  halt  ;  his  body  is  far  less  bruised  than  his  ego  and  ,  automatically  ,  zaiden’s  blazing  sapphire  hues  snap  up  to  shoot  his  sire  a  mute  glare.  the  withering  look  ,  however  ,  looks  more  petulant  than  ferocious.  he  bares  his  teeth  at  calus  with  a  quiet  growl  ,  all  but  bristling  as  he  forces  himself  to  go  still  as  the  older  vampire  holds  him  down  ;  his  tall  frame  is  littered  with  bruises  smattered  in  faded  purples  and  yellows  but  zaiden  hardly  cares.  he  knows  his  youth  brings  with  it  a  sense  of  unbridled  energy  ——-  and  that  his  sire  is  less  than  enthused  with  having  to  deal  with  it.  damien  had  made  it  a  point  to  push  the  fledgling  to  his  limits  harshly  within  their  first  few  nights  of  training,  but  calus  had  been  trying  to  reign  zaiden  in  since  the  start  of  the  evening.

❛  how  am  i  supposed  to  learn  if  i  don’t  actually  fight  ?  ❜  he  protests  ,  brows  furrowing  as  he  meets  calus’  gaze  with  his  own.  he’s  determined  to  keep  his  defiant  expression  in  place  as  he  frowns.  ❛  just  because  i’m  young  doesn’t  mean  i  can’t  fight  just  as  hard  as  you  can.  damien’s  been  showing  me  how  to  do  that  ——-  tackle  maneuver.  ❜  he  shifts  ,  knowing  that  calus  might  not  be  entirely  pleased  that  zaiden’s  been  taking  advice  from  one  of  the  more  …  aggressive  death  dealers  in  their  ranks.  ❛  hey  ——-  let  me  up.  c’mon  ,  i  can  handle  it.  ❜

His hand remains on the other’s chest while he listens to him, the frown on his face only increasing with every word spoken. It’s not that he doesn’t want him to fight, it’s that he already knows that he can fight. Hearing the other Death Dealer’s name doesn’t help. Calus has seen the two together on multiple occasions and he has no idea why. But he didn’t know that they’ve also trained together --- it does explain why he’s currently being like this. If only Zaiden would only listen to him so he doesn’t have to help him unlearn the wrong things again.

“It’s because I’m not teaching you to fight,” he finally says after letting out a sigh. He moves his hand from his chest and jumps back onto his feet, holding his hand out to pull the other back up. “I know you can fight -- but I first want you to know how to defend yourself.” A pause, then-- “You have to know how to survive a fight once those wolves find out you’re still alive.” He realises his words might trigger something within the other, but perhaps that’s what he’s after. Maybe if he knows what they’re training for, he might actually pay attention for once.

[terramars]

starter for @lethalfngs / zaiden.

The first person Calus has ever turned. He retired from training fledglings centuries ago -- always getting far too irritated by their uncontrollable bloodthirst. Yet after turning this particular human, things are different. Calus feels extremely protective over him, has done so since the moment he found him. He’ll be damned if he lets anyone else train him. He’ll teach him all he knows about life, everything he’s experienced, all his nasty tricks. That was the plan, anyway. The plan is currently getting torn to shreds as Zaiden is doing exactly what Calus always hates about the young ones-- thinking with his fangs instead of his brain.

As the other lunges at him for the umptieth time, Calus steps to the side and sticks out his arm. The force of it brings the other to the floor in under a second. Calus kneels down next to him, hand on his chest to keep him down. “I’ve already told you to stop being so fucking aggressive. Why aren’t you listening to me?”

[capricqrn]

i really wanna do a proper blind date thread. like you don’t know who i will use and i don’t know who you will use. it may end in sex, it may end in a second date or it may end with an awkward hug and never speaking again. i want a blind date thread.

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starter for @wuunderstruck​ / fox.

In all of Earth’s history, there are many times and places that Nuka usually avoids. At first, he and his siblings were good at keeping track of who they knew where. Yet as time passes, people move and memories go hazy, it gets harder and harder. Nuka doesn’t remember coming to the year 2020 before, but he realises he might know someone anywhere. Hood pulled up, hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his jacket, he tries to make his way from A to B as quickly as possible without being seen. But as he keeps his gaze on his feet instead of far in front of him, it’s hard to stop from bumping into people. He ducks into a dark alleyway-- thinks of it as a shortcut. And just as he sneaks out of it, around the corner, he bumps into someone else. Someone that isn’t a stranger, he knows the second he looks at them.

“Fox?” He frowns and takes several steps back. The last he remembers is an all too personal conversation on a rooftop while gazing upon the stars of this universe. The memory is still quite fresh, but that doesn’t mean it’s the same for the other. Time moves differently for both of them. He only hopes this isn’t their first time meeting. “What are you doing here?”

[reyjis-deactivated20220625]

AVAN JOGIA Ghost Wars (2017-2018)

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lightpatch‌ / sejin.

Scrolling mindlessly through his phone, Sejin drifts in and out of the here and the now. Of course, he’s still aware of Dante’s presence at his side — as he always is — but there’s a lack of focus to everything he’s doing, his thoughts in a hundred different places at once. Mostly he can’t stop thinking about how he wants to go back to work, and how he’s probably not going to be able to find a production that will let him come in exclusively at night.

It seems sudden when Dante begins to speak, reaching out to take his hand, and Sejin starts a little before he sets his phone down on the arm of the sofa and turns his body a little. “Depends. Where are you going to take me, Romeo?” His voice is teasing.

While before he couldn’t concentrate his thoughts, right now his focus lays on Sejin and him only. He scoots forward, remains seated next to him with his legs across the other’s lap. A soft smile spreads across his face at the new nickname. Two fingers move up and brush a strand of hair out of Sejin’s face. “Somewhere fancy, expensive,” he hums, thumb stroking over the other’s hand. Dante isn’t too sure where people go on dates these days, but he doesn’t mind entirely. If he has to take Sejin on a hundred dates just to find out what the perfect date is for them-- you wouldn’t hear him complain whatsoever. “Maybe a play and dinner?” 

[knightpoet]

snatch: 5/∞

[daeneryskairipa]

Warrior Queen (63/∞)

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soulgrcw‌ / célian.

it’s been a while since he’s had this amount of freedom. it’s been a while since he hasn’t had to look over his shoulder for whatever reason – all somehow connected to the vampires. they’re not bad, cél thinks, when they stay away from his shop. he’s been metaphorically bitten one too many times, and…well, it’s enough. today he rests comfortably in his shop in the middle of the day, atop a little wooden chair. he likes those specifics. they’re equally as comfortable. they remind him of a time since before he was turned.

célian keeps his eyes closed. that’s also something he’s been unable to do. but this time, in his shop, and with the door ajar, he can bask in the slight breeze and the overwhelming scent of his roses scattered around the entire space. he pulls his hood up (because it’s chilly, still) and puts his earphones in. it’s been ages since he’s been able to listen to music so intimately too, but he hopes his customers won’t mind. he’ll sniff them out as soon as they enter, anyway.

just like he sniffs him out. somewhere on the steps to come down to the shop floor. célian immediately turns, opening his eyes. nothing and no one holds his attention like kwang does. “babe, you’re awake!” he beams, scraping the chair across the floor and further into darkness. “c’mere.”

tag: @terramars​

The moment Kwang moved in with Célian was the moment he gave up on a mission he’s been chasing for the past four centuries. As he no longer lives in the coven, he has no clue what the vampires are up to. The first few weeks were the strangest weeks he’s ever experienced, though probably still second to his first weeks as a vampire. He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do with his life now that he’s no longer spending every waking moment eavesdropping. The days are the hardest, Célian takes care of the shop downstairs and Kwang wonders about the purpose of his existence.

Today isn’t any different --- except for the fact that he’s feeling brave. Wrapped up in one of his boyfriend’s hoodies, he slowly descends the staircase to the ground floor. His gaze focused on his socked feet, checking to make sure the sun doesn’t reach this far in. He stays on the last step, gaze moving across the floor, moving to see where the shadows end and death begins.

“I’m okay here,” he mumbles, not feeling the need to speak up when they both have crystal clear hearing. He looks around the room, sniffs a few times and lets the scent of fresh roses warm his heart. “Do you not have any customers?”

[terramars]

just moved all my old rp icons from my external harddrive back onto my laptop...... can’t believe i have over 2000 icons for lilja 😳