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are u ever just tempted to add a muse to this blog because technically they were animated by the same people so potentially same universe???

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‘I’m dying.’ It’s over three hundred degrees kelvin, and he’s perishing. 

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steadfastsolomon​:

Solomon read the letters together, Phobos. He smiled.

“Phobos. My name is Solomon.” A brow rose. Phobos seemed to fare well in their oxygen-rich atmosphere–what use had he for covering his face? He would reserve this question.

“If you will come with me to the research deck–” he said, taking a step toward the door. “You can show us where you came from. Our comprehensive maps will help you, I’m sure.”

Solomon. Interesting. Phobos was more inclined to help him now, that was for sure. So far he seemed to mean well, especially now that he gave him his stuff back. 

Phobos followed closely, not wanting to really bump into anyone else, considering the person who’s treated him the nicest here was in fact Solomon. At the command he just shakes his head yes, wanting to just give him a quick answer. 

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fleurtm​:

𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 for the other member, only causing the young elf to pull back once he did the same . w - why wasn’t he … was it some kind of secret ?? strive had never seen this type of malfunctioning before, and never would he have thought that such spasms could come from his colleague .

  once phobos pressed himself up against the wall, strive wasted no time in rushing over and slipping arms around him, attempting to try and keep him flat on his feet . ❝ phobos, please . just sit still !! you’re gonna make it worse if you keep moving . ❞ the worry only continued to fill his being, galactic hues baring into the other’s mask, the emotions present as clear as the stars in the night sky .

As he felt Strive slips his arms around him, he couldn’t help but just shake his head, he couldn’t let him see... Oh. What was the point now? The kid knew something was wrong with him, how much longer could he keep this up? This... condition he was stuck with, the kid was going to have to find out sooner or later, though he wished it would have been much, much later, hopefully never. Phobos gently pulled Strive’s hands off of him, as he put his back to the wall and slid down. Letting the pain wash over him, at least until he could sign again. 

He stares at his hand for a moment, trying to decide what to do. How should he go about it? He can’t just tell him here. He didn’t feel comfortable just showing everything like this. He looks to his left and then his right, before looking back up at him, finally signing again. 

‘How much time do you have before your mission? I may... need your help.’  He hated having to admit to it. 

“But you have to promise you won’t tell the others.’ 

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steadfastsolomon​:

“Very well. Yes, you can have your gear back,” he said, sliding a black satchel off his shoulder. He took the bag in hand. 

“Not as an experiment. A learning experience, maybe. I’m not inhumane. Curious. Not cruel.” He straightened the brim of his hat and handed the bag to Phobos. 

“Now. I’m afraid I don’t have your name.”

His ears perked up and a smile grew on his face as he quickly grabbed his stuff. Quickly putting it all on until finally he put the helmet on his head, a soft, relaxed sigh escaped him. It was nice to be wearing his things again, that was for sure. 

‘You’re a good man. I’m Lord Phobos, or just Phobos. What’s your name?’

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steadfastsolomon​:

“We have a database. Our consoles in the research wing have the best display, but I can access them on a smaller scale on my device,” he replied, tapping the screen of something not unlike a watch around his wrist. 

“Before we let you go anywhere,” he said, raising a gloved hand. “I ask that you answer some questions we have. Information about your origin. What you are. Where you come from.”

Solomon’s eyes, invisible behind his red goggles, browsed over the features of Phobos’ face. The alien appeared humanoid, at least, not too removed from a human. He noted the ears and the vibrant hue of his skin. It amazed him how something so…otherworldly could hide under his helmet. And, strictly in the realm of scientific observation, something so easy to look at.

‘As long as the stars are there, then I will answer any question you need me to answer.’  He was worried about his friends, but he wasn’t about to just run off and get himself trapped on Earth forever because he was an idiot. He looks around again for a minute, wondering where his gear was. 

‘Can I at least have my stuff back? I’d feel better if I had my gear.’ He felt extremely out of place here. Especially without his mask covering his face. His ears lowered a bit, at this point feeling like he was just going to be stared at the entire time because he was in fact an alien from a distant world. He pauses, a fear creeping into his mind before quickly signing again. 

‘You’re not going to use me as some strange science experiment are you? I know I’m not from here but I’m still happy to answer your questions about anything without needing to resort to that.’ 

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Phobos why are you so cool? How did you do it.

anon also asked: No offense but I love you sir

‘Trade secret. Also thank you.’

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really quick gave phobos a theme 

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fleurtm​:

𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, the other’s look of happiness making his heart aflutter in mere seconds . hands clasp together as a smile quickly formed against blue features, but wide gaze snapped back to the other ranger once the sounds of discomfort reached his ears . w - what was going on !? things were fine just a moment ago .

   ❝ l - lord phobos, are you alright !? ❞ body almost immediately juts forward towards the elder, hands reaching out but pull away once the other brings his own appendages back up . wait - leave ?? but something was wrong, why did he have to leave like that !?  ❝ n - no wait !! what happened just then !? ❞

He wishes he could tell him. He wishes he could just spout all of the horrible things that happened to him oh so long ago, but how do you tell the person that idolizes you that you’re nothing but a shell of the person they think you are? He pulls away from him, holding his arm close to his chest. It must have busted something on their last mission, otherwise it wouldn’t act like this. He feels it trying to act up again, though this time he practically has a death grip on the arm, struggling to keep it from moving with minimal success.  

He just shakes his head, backing away from the younger comrade. He can’t. He can’t just tell him. What would Strive think of him? He couldn’t risk anyone seeing him like- His thoughts are cut off when he feels another jab of pain. He needs to go. Using the wall as support, he tries to get away, to get to his ship. Surely he could fly like this still... Somehow. 

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CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES. for when the person you’re trying to care for insists they don’t need your help.

“at least let me clean the wound!” “you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.” “i really think you need to see a doctor.” “i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.” “your feelings matter too! i can’t help you if i don’t even know what’s making you upset!” “..i’m here if you need anything, okay?” “stop trying to push yourself! you can’t do this on your own!” “listen, i know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while. you’re not going to get anywhere like this.” “i’ll make you a deal: i’ll just get you some bandages, and nothing else, and you stop making a fuss over it.” “how long has it last been since you slept?” “have you even been taking your medicine?” “i know you think you have to get through this by yourself, but you have people here to help you.” “let me take care of you, for once.” “you’re gonna hurt yourself even more if you do stupid things like that!” “i hate to break it to you, but you’re not supposed to do any strenuous physical activity for the next couple weeks, and if i have to personally make sure you don’t every waking hour of the day then i’m fully prepared to do that.” “it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know. you don’t have to carry this alone.” “stop trying to act like you’re not bleeding out in front of me!! this is serious!” “listen, asshole. i’m gonna carry you home whether you like it or not. you’re not in any condition to get there yourself.” “oh my god, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?!”

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anyway i ‘m changing the design of phobos again 

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Send 💘 if your muse has a crush on mine

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fleurtm​:

𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 the other’s hand upon his own shoulder, gaze landing with the glass shades of the helmet . to say sparkles swelled in his eyes would be a lie . self esteem was something the younger cadet struggled with on occasion, but hearing such praise from one of his heroes . to say it didn’t encourage him would be an understatement .

  ❝ you really think so ?? well, if you’re so confident in me … ❞ grin all too quickly grew on his face, head nodding in agreement . the other was usually busy … with what, it was something that remained in strive’s head for the longest time .❝ it’s not the urgent, is it . i can wait for you if you’d like !! ❞

This kid was too sweet honestly. Every time he manages to throw him off with actually willing to wait for him so he could go and do his thing and come back to assist him. His starry-eyed view of him and the others was oddly... refreshing? 

He lifts his hands to sign again, only to feel a jolt of pain run from his arm to his back. Almost on instinct he grabs his wrist, pulling it against his chest for a minute as he feels his arm almost want to move on its own, fighting against his grip for a moment. Phobos hunches over, riding out the pain and the uncontrolled movement for a moment. The minute it ends, he shoots back up like nothing’s happened, he signs, though it’s rushed. 

‘I need to get going.’ 

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@steadfastsolomon​ from [x] 

‘Well... It was less fight, and rather one of your guys touched my arm, it scared me... So I punched him.’ He’s hoping Solomon wouldn’t get mad. He’s in a place where they could very easily take him down and keep him there forever if they so wished. Sure it was probably for medical reasons, but still. 

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the reason phobos hasn’t told anyone about his arms and legs is because he fears of how his friends will react 

he doesn’t want them to view him any differently than they do now nor does he feel like any of his issues should have to fall on any one of his friends, they all already have to deal with so much, so forcing anyone to have to worry about his issues? It’s something he’d rather not think about for sure 

especially since a lot of his issues, are a direct result of the people that they’re fighting in the first place :) 

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anyway today we learned that the actual guitarist phobos is based off of actually does speak so