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Indie Cain From Hamletmachine's comic Starfighter 23 || Selective || Multiship

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Sometimes I hate you, sometimes I hate myself, but always I miss you.

David Henry Hwang

[zvezdaboyets]

     [ Hit that <3 for a starter ]

[hhemeraa-a]

Your muse gets into a bar fight, reblog this with the song that’s playing in the background.

[hhemeraa-a]

zvezdaboyets‌:

@hhemeraa

     He’s already knocked back a bottle and a half when he realizes the room’s empty and he’s been mumbling about ‘the good old days’ to no one in particular. Even longer it takes him to find his legs and get out of bed. Undershirt on he staggers his way slowly through the corridor feeling more like he’s on a ship in the middle of the ocean rather than a steady ship in space. Same difference. Lazily rapping his fingers on the first door he actually cares to focus on, he presses his back to the wall and takes out a cigarette to pinch between his wet lips and light up.

He isn’t sleeping, but instead laying in the darkness staring at the ceiling waiting for something, anything to happen. Sleep, rest, death, for thoughts to finally quiet themselves – but instead from down the hall he can hear the uneven shuffle of footsteps and the sudden knock against his door. Bare feet step onto the clean cool floor and the door opens without question until he sees who it is. oh.

“What do you want?”

[zvezdaboyets]

     “A fucking drink what’s it look like?” He snaps, raising his bottle and shaking the cloudy liquid inside. Its shitty make but it does the job better than anything in the commissary and he’s been thirsty for weeks looking for someone to indulge with. Someone who won’t hold back. Turning on his heel, he swings his body into the open door frame and juts his chin in the direction of the empty room.

     “Y’gonna let me in ‘r not?”

[zvezdaboyets]

     [ My fucking face as I consider making Cain a Voltron AU just so I can fucking interact with more gd people on his blog. ]

[zvezdaboyets]

@hhemeraa

     He’s already knocked back a bottle and a half when he realizes the room’s empty and he’s been mumbling about ‘the good old days’ to no one in particular. Even longer it takes him to find his legs and get out of bed. Undershirt on he staggers his way slowly through the corridor feeling more like he’s on a ship in the middle of the ocean rather than a steady ship in space. Same difference. Lazily rapping his fingers on the first door he actually cares to focus on, he presses his back to the wall and takes out a cigarette to pinch between his wet lips and light up.

[zvezdaboyets]

     [Popping in to tell all you shits I miss you and love you and haven’t forgotten how amazing you all are! Still miss @twicebitten (babeee) ]

[zvezdaboyets]

WHAT ELEMENT ARE YOU?

( take the quiz here )

Your element is FIRE.

You are passionate, strong and bold. Your determination and vision iare who you are to the core and you won't let anyone influence you otherwise. You're independent and responsive when need be. You are a bit brash, and sharp tongued. You could stand to be a little less selfish when dealing with others and trying to find the more calm or peaceful approach to things rather than what gives the most 'drama'. Aside from that you are seen as a respectable source. You are often misunderstood and few seem to be willing to get to know you past your flame. But you are fiercely loyal to those whom you deem fit to your morals

tagged by: @animostella tagging: YOU

[zvezdaboyets]

     ( Still love the idea of Cain being a fire dancer. )

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[thegoodvybe]

[zvezdaboyets]

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     ( Tbh Dei’s was my absolute favorite. Gettin’ his. Good for him. )

[zvezdaboyets]

     ( Man, if Cain had just given Deimos a taste maybe Dei wouldn’t have run with Phobos’s idea. )

[zvezdaboyets]

amarusomnia:

He doesn’t want to disturb him when he’s so peaceful but he does it anyways, clamoring up the ladder to crawl out onto the wing next to him.

“Hey, I got you something.”

     Curious, Cain turns to greet the Navigator with a diluted look of irritation, scooting over to give him the warm spot he’d been sitting on. His gaze flickers to the bag and away.

     “What’s that?”

[amarusomnia-blog]

@zvezdaboyets

Abel ventures out in search of his Fighter, a small bag of assorted items folded closed beneath his arm.

[zvezdaboyets]

     It’s not hard to find him, he’s sitting on the wing of the Reliant, staring out into the abyss stretching out for light years beyond them, counting the stars and piecing together his own constellations.

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Send a Symbol - Sinday Settings

Send  Ω for sinday in a cavern during a thunderstorm. Send  ⚜ for sinday during a fancy party. Send  Δ for sinday while camping. Send  ❀ for sinday out in a field of flowers. Send  ♨ for sinday before a fire. Send  ₪ for sinday in a hedge maze. Send  ▥ for sinday in a prison cell. Send  円 for sinday after waking up in bed. Send  ރ for sinday that starts with sparring. Send  ⁈ for sinday after along absence. Send  ◯ for sinday under the full moon. Send  ≈ for sinday in water. Send  ¢ for sinday at a brothel. Send  ✏ for sinday on a desk/in an office.

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matteblackstar:

        Date? How easily small thing is pulled close, he knows it’s fake and that the fighter simply wants something from him, but if he’s good, yes, maybe, just maybe if he’s good enough those devilish eyes might look at him the same way they look at–

       Hips fidget in attempt to suppress a roll into Cain’s and face turns to meet his that’s so dangerously near that if he wanted lips could take claim to that familiar taste. He nods in agreement though a single bitter name falls from shy lips.

       “…А как насчет… Абеля?”

     “What about him?” It’s a fatal sentence, never works out well for anyone involved, yet it slips from him before he can catch it. What does Abel have to do with Deimos? More than Cain wants to admit, but that’s his secret.

     Subtle shift of the Fighter’s body doesn’t go unnoticed, careful to capture the momentum, guide it precisely where it needs to be. Against him. Controlling every movement, every thought so that poor little Deimos remains under his spell.

     “Unless you’d rather I take him?”