#solaurous

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘

You, obviously! But because I can't help myself, I'll name a few other mutuals that have been on my mind. Sorry for the pings everybody!

𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 at filling silences with remarks, clever barbs, anything to keep others from seeing too much. But here, with Lauma so close that he could catch every flutter of her lashes, words seemed useless, almost crude compared to the tension humming between them. The first kiss had been enough to unravel him, but it was the second that truly set him adrift. He angled his head, lips grazing hers in a fleeting brush before catching her own again—this time slower, deliberate. He savored the initial resistance, the warmth of her breath against his lips, the tentative slide before she yielded to him. The way her lips parted under the coax of his tongue felt like permission, like a door opening to someplace he wasn’t sure he had the right to enter, but desperately wanted to.

He deepened the kiss with a precision born not of inexperience, but restraint — each movement calculated, each pressure a quiet test of how much she’d give him. His tongue traced the seam of her lips before slipping past, tasting her with an intensity that pulled a quiet sound from her throat. That sound unraveled him more than anything else; it made his grip tighten on her jaw, thumb stroking the fine line of her cheek, while his other hand slid down to the small of her back to draw her closer. Each time he tried to slow, to catch his breath, she chased his lips again—hungry, insistent, as though kissing him was the only language that mattered.

He let her. Gods, he let her.

The glint of morning dew catches the sharp mask that adorns the lupo—a member of the Pack, one brandishing the scars of active oripathy. He must have been used to this routine to be around so early. Very few could manage to function at this hour. Alesh's rod rests comfortably against his shoulder, brows raising at the Siracusan spoken in good favor. Ah, that's a familiar voice, isn't it? Yes, it wouldn't be paired with anything else besides such an intense gaze—sunset-like, but one that rested behind the haze of wildfires.

Alesh finally finds a name, and easy wave coming from a free hand.

Skirk finds herself intrigued ; lips drawn into an unreadable line as he's had her caged in. Hands on both sides against the wall --- tension able to snap at any given moment if not careful. Something shimmered, shifted beneath her seams as Abyss-infected Voyager curls her fingers around his jaw instinctively. Feeling the warmth of it against own coldness, a stark contrast causing her to shiver. A murmur, a single word, her own Name on his lips was enough for the line to break ---- the woman slotting her lips against his, the press anything but shy & intimate. Eyelids fluttering close as she drinks in the silkyness of his lips.

Unprompted Asks ★ @solaurous ★ Accepting

It wasn't his intention. Wasn't at all planned. Yet... they'd ended up like this. Never, never had he permitted himself to be in such close proximity to someone else. Lest they be consumed by the darkness and chaos associating with him wrought. He may as well have entirely forgotten the warmth another could bring, for all he knew now was the cold winds of the wilderness which lashed against his heart so fiercely. That was all he deserved now. He was solely a wandering specter, not meant for the companionship Skirk had been gracing him with. Akin to the moon always rising each night, she would somehow enter his sights. Disrupting his eternal solitude. In a way that was gradually melting his defenses. Moonlight strong enough to dissipate centuries-worth of permafrost. Would she ever reach the microscopic rays of spring sunlight dwelling within? That, was yet to be seen.

Deep pools of arctic waters were fixated on her. One would think he would be acclimated to the cold these days. Yet the way he flinched at her touch was unmistakable. Her touch was worse than the human heat that any other would give off. The chill being a shock to his senses. Yet one he was fighting the urge not to lean into. Jaw clenched, eyes briefly shut before flitting open again. Throat was cleared. She shouldn't be touching a being of such substantial corrosion, someone who was a harsh shadow of the man he once was. A retort was on his tongue. One firm, yet... gentle.

"...Skirk-"

Oh, he despised the just-detectable tremble to his voice. Her name being the only word he could let slip past his lips.

Her next action... He would have words for her once this interaction of theirs reached its end. When the inevitable act of parting ways would occur. Yet, despite himself, a hand of his would find a place against her cheek. While the other would end up above her hip, arm daring to wind around her waist. Touch was feather-light, awfully careful. His response was slow as he moved to kiss her in return. She wasn't made of porcelain, he knew, she wasn't about to shatter if he were to return the affection. But the Twilight Sword still held her with care.

Until he broke their kiss, forehead brushing hers. Eyes (dull-colored as they were) shone with a foreign gleam, expression akin to thawed ice. A rarely-seen luminescence.

A surprise visit isn't uncommon, at least with Roark—Oreburgh sought him out frequently, enough for even Volkner to comment he has another dedicated job of just being the model citizen. But to find Riley seeking him out, to the point of not even waiting for him inside... oh boy. At first, Roark's surprise quickly goes to concern, but then... Riley stumbles over his words fantastically, mumbled and toppled over one another in an amalgamation that could be interpreted as a new language entirely.

Roark blinks, shears held partway open in his hands ( he'd been pruning browning leaves on the berry grove, the less hardy ones attempting to maximize as little energy use as possible with the constant cloud cover in the winter ), and a dying leaf in the other. "...Mande?" Yikes, not a single syllable made it, but his tio has sharply turned red instead.

Take two goes a little better, and Roark gets his message loud and clear. "Ohhhh, yeah! Yeah, I can help with that—wait, wait, wait—you're gonna bag N for real?! Oh, shit, you're down bad bad—Hey, Politoed—?" The little frog appears between stalks of cornn berries, perking up with a, "Toed?" He hands the 'mon his shears and settles the clipped leaf with a small haphazard piled of miscellaneous dead and drying pieces. "I got a small change of plans today, can you get the rest of the pruning done? I'm sure Aura or Zeraora could probably lend a hand for the stuff you can't reach. I'll rake up the rest after."

The conversation is easy and quick, and Politoed waddles back into the house to go get some reinforcements of the taller type—such was the relationship of mother's 'mon and her bereaved son. With that delegation out of the way, Roark finally brings his attention back to Riley, rather excited at the idea of helping him brainstorm.

"I do have a few specimens I can show you in the office to get a feel for colors that you think might be best. If you really need something really obscure, though, I do happen to have a certain champion of Hoenn on speed dial—he's more of an expert than I am, he's got this crazy gallery of stones to prove it—but I think I can help you out. The Underground's isn't world famous for nothin', after all!"

positivity munday 𓂃﹒🐇💞 @solaurous

at my grown as age of 31 i'm not intimidated by anyone loool. like. if they're moots with me we both clearly wanna write with each other so what's there to be intimidated by !! so basically since this question doesn't rly qualify for me i'm just do my own thing. :P

sooo i'm just using this time to spotlight ppl i just rly admire and enjoy sm, even though we've already started writing tg / have stuff in the works.

@lordkills byleth is just a flawless writer and i admire them sm. big brained. fascinating roster. well-read and super intelligent, clearly, which is always very admirable. also from what i can tell just a very confident spirit.

@hen2-437 i'm soooo normal about neso (lying lying lying). i'm just stunnnnned with every piece of content they churn out. what a carefully curated character in nova. from the prose to the graphics to pinterest everything feels so ... cinematic ? ? just ... literally just go to nova's carrd, go through that journey, and you'll see exactly what i mean. it really just feels like that. a strong, fully realized, cinematic character journey. every time i get to gobble up a piece of neso productions (tm) nova content on my dash i am soooo so happy.

@maurilyan steph has just nailed having killer opener lines that just hook you in. incredible prose, gorgeous colors and vibe. i will read every single thing they write when it shows up on my dash. and an incredibly sweet person !!!! 10/10, forever, follow, etc. etc.

@sealure holly is sooooo incredibly friendly. so affirming. my slavic fairy. funny as hell skmdsmk. AND a talented writer too ?? the total package here. i just get this feeling with them that i just wanna stuff them into a little heart locket and carry them with me everywhere sdkmsd. they're just like. a little dainty trinket i wanna keep forever.

@exitvelo vic is one of the handful of ppl that bring up that cozy feeling i got from all my tumblr rp partners back in 2016-17. we fell into this whole dynamic between august and adella so fast and i'm so so eager for every reply bc it's such a unique dynamic and it alllll came from vic's genius idea of making a james bond / q type of thing ?? casually commenting that in the tags and us just following that thread. and if that's not just total tumblr 2016 quick creative spark and excitement then i don't know what is. man. i can just sing her praises forever. so, so much care and tenderness goes into every character written. suuuch a positive person. puts so much gorgeous energy and effort into rp. so caring. such a radiant spot in the rpc and someone i admire and so quickly fell into love rping with so so sooooo much.

@sunmad FANTASTIC writer and characterization. loves a cold open and goes for the crazy asks i send from the get go which is exaaaactly the type of energy i like and respond to most on tumblr. super chefs kiss all around and one of my fave ppl to see on the dash for sure !!

did her ship .... rear off course ? stumbling out with a massive headache and a bit nauseous from the once quaking turbulence her ship just head to endure, hikari holds onto her head as some attempt to potentially ease her senses from feeling muddled to recomposing them. the first thing her eyes take notice was the vibrant light beaming down on her; making her wince for a brief moment as she blinks to readjust her vision. ( where was she ? ) the radar from her ship didn't indicate any planetary systems nearby; no ... she remembered going through a cluster, fending off miasma from daemons all the while on the mission to search for her brother -- whose own ship practically disappeared off the entire star map without warning. she was mapping off of the same coordinates he was potentially near .... and then, when her ship was being closed in on miasma, something physically knocked off her ship, and soon a bright light consumed her .... !

so, how'd she get here ? hikari looked back at her cloud seeker, noting the amount of dents, bumps, and bruising it had to endure when dealing with the daemons she had to fend off. she sighs, shoulders slumping. ( great .... not only lost, but her ship got damaged to boot. ) she takes out star-shaped device from the belt of her uniform, attempting to see if the device was at least active .... nope. the light from the indicator of the device's connection was completely dim. she sighs once again, holding the device with both hands now as she tries to look around and gather her surroundings. " uhm .... h - hello ? " despite how ... bright it was in the daylight, it was eerily quiet. " i - is anyone here ? uhm, i'm sorry to bother ... but i just crashed nearby, and i need help ! " as if talking to empty air could just magically conjure someone .....

@solaurous / sc.