gasoliya

[gasoliya]

ddmaiga‌:

[ ... ]

“i—no, no, i’m fine.” she tries her best to sound reassuring and doesn’t know if it works, so she tears her gaze away from the night sky and looks at soli with a small smile. the other’s tone, ever so soft, only makes her feel worse.

again, something for mai to take. she had no problem with it before, but then again, she didn’t notice until it was brought up. now it’s painfully obvious, the words serving as a reminder for her every time they fall back into this routine. her smile doesn’t falter, but tightens at the corners for a split second. “was just thinking about what we could do tomorrow, that’s all.”

her head tilts down, more parallel to the ground now than propped up, on her hand. she can feel herself metaphorically sinking down into the grass when mai stutters. she resists the urge to frown because she knows that it’s not something her partner for the evening would take well to. it’s a measured phrase that she exhales out, “you have not stuttered with me in a while, mai.” the other woman’s name plays gently across her lips, softening the directness of the statement.

soli knows the type of person mai is, has observed enough personalities in her travels and through the words of wisdom that her father has imparted during many a guided self-reflection session. but it doesn’t mean she’s incapable of surprising soliya anymore.

in fact, she does it almost every single day.

during stolen moments when mai is feeling brave, the unguarded laugh when they know it’s just them, the gentle and reverent touches soliya sometimes feels on her arms, her hands -- sometimes even on a hip, here and there. those are the types of surprises they soliya cherishes, and memorizes. “why mull over tomorrow when you can just enjoy the rest of the evening with me?”

because she knows that the human condition is a fickle thing, and sometimes, it feels like she’s dancing with mai’s ghost - the afterimages of a girl who feels so much.

the longest pause of the night, after her last words. and then -- “will you be honest with me, please?”

this feels like it’s one of those times. soliya approaches with caution, with tenderness.

* someone you won’t talk about

[gasoliya]

jngnga‌:

Air Temple Island, four years ago

“Can I bribe you for one of these?” Their fur is simultaneously soft and worn, known by one too many willing touches. Gun is tempted to rest his cheek on the bison’s torso just to see if it would be any different against his face (sure), opting to look back over his shoulder at Soliya instead. It’s not a not serious inquiry, but something’s telling in, well, reality that this cannot be so.

Frowning but also not really, he lingers away from the air bison and resumes however he was when he’d first gotten here. Poised, diplomatic as expected given his “reasons” for being on the island in the first place. This instance is one in jest, but he carries on with it, not breaking character as he walks back to his only other companion of the hour. “You’re waiting for me to say I’m joking, huh?” One glance back at the animal, sight set longer again on her. He doesn’t break eye contact nor a smile, pinching his top with both hands and flaring it in case simply wearing these clothes didn’t say enough alone. “I have the means, y’know.” Saving it for… now, his lips curve up, sentiment reaching his eyes as he walks past her with the silent hope that he has more than this with her for today.

"Father thinks I’m here for business one hundred percent, but.” Gun sets his gaze on what lies before them, opting to be lost in both its wonder and his silence. “What about yours?” 

A little reassurance hasn’t ever killed anyone, has it?

“did you know that they play bison polo in the northern air temple?” it’s hard to imagine how much practice and skill it takes to be agile on top of such a large animal, and if soliya hadn’t witnessed it herself about seven months ago, she never would have believed it. though, there’s a moderate amount of danger involved - the potential of falling off mid-game is ever-present, but it’s also dampened by the fact that, at least to her knowledge, only airbenders play bison polo.

“i know you have the means,” soliya mimics gun in the nuzzling, but she presses her forehead to the flat bridge of the flying bison’s nose and lets it lick her shoulder, the closest body part it can reach, laughing softly because that’s just how they show affection. and, they’re so gentle about it that she can’t find it in her to be angry, even though the fabric is a little damp. “and though i’m sure you’d be a great caregiver, i can’t imagine they would be very happy with such limited space around.” with the slightest hint of mischievousness, she walks towards him and bumps shoulders before stepping about a foot and a half away, looking out towards the sea. “though i couldn’t imagine living in your home, nice as it is, for an extended period of time either. at that point, it may just be an ‘air nation’ trait over anything else, then.”

it’s one of her favorite places to be on the island, on this little curve - not quite a cliff, but sharper than a hill - overlooking a few of the quaint homes facing the south. and beyond that, easily visible as it takes up the rest of the skyline - the ocean.

“i told my father that i was meeting a friend.” there’s an undercurrent of something more when he asks her his question. “but it helps that i’m almost thirty years old, you know.” she doesn’t see a need to white lie to make him gun feel better. that’s not why he seeks out her company. “but we have very different relationships with our fathers.” is the ultimate truth of it all.

there’s an undercurrent of something more to his question, and without looking at him, soliya continues her thought. “you’re welcome to hide out here for as long as you’d like. i’d shelter you for as long as you need.”

muted

[gasoliya]

gataash‌:

[ ... ]

he lets go of the fabric he was inspecting, turns to face her. it’s only polite. “for my sister. it’s her birthday soon. and what about you? anything that i can help with?”

her head tilts slightly, thinking about how easily taash makes an assumption like that. yes, he must know of her family’s status - someone whose own family is so entrenched within the fire nation’s court has a certain amount of knowledge regarding other so called ‘important’ families from the other nations - but even though he knows, soliya wonders if he knows anything about air nation in general.

“you assume i have a tailor.” it’s especially during moments and conversations like these that the difference in culture is particularly evident. her eyebrow arches only slightly as she tests out the next line. “you also assume i have brought a tailor with me to a different nation, for an extended period of time.”

but there is no tension, so she laughs, (quietly so as to not disturb the elderly shopkeeper) shoulders pulling languidly up with the motion. “we live very different lives, taash.”

with that, she walks towards him, but passes to his other side, skirts and layers flowing about her. “unless you are proficient with fabrics, i believe we may both just be here to browse,” she muses, fingers brushing over various materials. “the circulation in fire nation is certainly different than air nation. i’m here for even lighter fabrics than the ones i am wearing...your sister will probably need something red, no?”

* left to stay

[gasoliya]

gataash‌:

[ ... ]

she always sounds like she’s laughing. he can’t stand it anymore.

he can’t help but notice everything about her. the ways she’s changed. how perfectly still she becomes when she’s nervous. the way her hands never stop moving. 

taash clicks his tongue. “how long is it going to take for you to think before you act? these aren’t easy times soliya. i won’t be around to tell you about consequences if you end up with your head on a pike.” 

she immediately shakes her head, the smallest of gestures still making her hair shift against her back, ends just grazing the small of it. “there are too many disingenuous facades in the fire nation court right now.” her posture is relaxed, as she speaks honestly, earnestly. it’s always been her brand, except for the one time it wasn’t (and where it mattered most). “false flowers presenting towards the sun that they think will spare them. the least i can do for my friends here is be honest with them.”

“of course you won’t be telling me the consequences if you’re the one sticking the spike with my head on it on the wall as a warning to everyone else.“ one hand extracting from her pocket, she waves it around near eye level, like a leaf dancing in a wind tunnel. there’s no malice, no bite, in her voice, simply a quiet resignation tinged with the slightest sliver of amusement.

after a pause for a steadying breath (the air fills her lungs and the comfort fills her with courage), she moves forward with the thought that could ruin her (because even after all this time, there’s a part of her that still trusts him). “i mourn their loss; i don’t mourn him.”

there’s a certain amount of power in his hands now. if he really wanted to, he could most likely turn the very words she entrusted to him against her, but she’s in an interestingly intersectional enough position where soliya thinks she may still be alright, even so. it’s a type of privilege not many have, and she understands this.

quietly, now. just barely above a whisper. “you used to like how spontaneous i could be, at any given moment.”

* something in the tide

[gasoliya]

* left to stay

@gataash​

the generous ‘lunch’ breaks are certainly appreciated, especially on days where heavier, more mind-numbing topics are to be discussed. soliya enjoys the three hour gap in the middle of the day where she’s supposed to be getting something to eat, or exploring around the shops closest to the palace. she’s not technically supposed to be in closer towards the middle-outs of the city in a quaint little fabric store.

but here she is, anyways. there’s a purpose, though.

the city is wildly different than air temple island, especially in wind. at any given time soli can feel the playful air nipping at her ankles through her skirts, or breezing past her fingertips on air temple island, but in fire nation the element is significantly more stagnant due to the way the city is built and the buildings (or so that’s what she thinks). either way, she can’t feel the natural wind as easily as she’s usually comfortable with, so she arrives at the store and starts immediately looking for gauzier, lighter fabrics.

it’s when she almost bumps into the sole other occupant in the longer rather than wider shop, that she realizes just how awkwardly set up the space is. an apology is lingering on her lips when recognition strikes. “oh! taash.” he’s always around, somewhere. it became a normal thing to see him around, but she’d never been given the opportunity strike up a conversation. “i didn’t see you when i first walked in - nor did i think i’d run into someone i knew here.” well, kind of. she knows more about the idea of him than she knows him personally. it’s fine - it’s enough to make short conversation without it being awkward.

“are you here for a cut of cloth for something fun, at least?”

[gasoliya]

* someone you won’t talk about

@ddmaiga

there’s something wrong with mai’s body language.

sometimes, it’s unsure. other times, it may be shy, but she’s never been this closed off to soliya before. body language and the way you feel from it are all a feedback loop, and because humans are such social creatures, sometimes we mimic the motions of those closest to us. soliya’s has been open and welcoming ever since the beginning of their evening together - choosing to forego a late dinner with the dadhi’s to spend time in an ‘official’ capacity in a relatively private garden on the property.

soli lays on her side in the soft grass, robes of soft yellows and muted oranges pooling around her ankles. her left arm is bent at the elbow, upper half propping against the ground, the lower half supporting her head as she observes out loud. “you’re uncomfortable.” other hand coming up, she brushes a few blades of grass from the sleeve of mai’s clothing. “is something bothering you?”

instincts tell her to move closer and press her forehead against mai’s to check her temperature, but that may be just a bit too intimate for what is technically still within easy eye-sight of her family. “what is it that i can do for you?” it’s half a question, half a soul-search because soli’s never seen mai like this before. in fact, she doesn’t even have the proper words to describe it. 

so, she doesn’t try to put a label on it; it’s not her place, even if she worries.

[gasoliya]

gataash‌:

he turns his head, eyes wide, before he schools his face into something neutral, forces himself to stay still. it’s absurd. he’s seen her countless times over the past week, but he’s never stood close to her like this, never spoken to her alone. of all the things that would betray his heart, he never thought the smell of her perfume would do it. the familiarity - he almost holds his breath. 

“i was about to, yes.” the sentiment catches him off guard, but she’s always been like this. he should have known better. 

“maybe so. this week has been hard on everyone.” 

the familiarity of her voice - it’s off-putting. to pretend he’s not still bitter. he grinds his teeth together. “though i’m sure you’ve had it worst of all, coming back here after all this time, only to be trapped here.” with me, goes unsaid, but he means it. 

her first reaction to his words is to let out a laugh, but she stifles the urge because of the late hour and the solemnity of the situation. most of all she doesn’t let the sound escape past being simply a thought because of the tension in taash’s posture - in the way he holds himself around her. most people don’t like to be laughed at, and she knows that taash would not respond well if she did, even if she’s just laughing at the absurdity of his words

“the week has not been hard on me.” simple truths, soliya is known for them. “it was a sudden trip, yes, but i am not one of the people that lost someone.” a hand waves past her face gently before settling back into the high pockets hidden within the many layers of her formal robes. “i’m merely here to pay my respects, and to do my duty as an air nation representative for the una.

“the only thing that’s suffered are my knees.” the space feels immense between them. they’re speaking at a normal volume, but she feels as if they’re shouting from a mile away. it’s so much less intimate than she’s used to - this late at night, in an all but empty space. if this had been 3 years ago, they would be tucked away somewhere dark, standing so close that their robes would be brushing against the other -- “i’m glad you’re taking care of yourself; that you’re going to rest.”

two of her fingers on her right hand tap at her upper thigh through the thin fabric of her pocket, a nervous tick that’s her clearest giveaway. “i don’t really know what to do now,” she admits honestly. “there’s no step two, no next part in the plan. i saw you from the back, knew it was you, and it was instinct from there.” she isn’t going to run this time, so she holds his gaze.

* something in the tide

[gasoliya]

* kick it

@nhjinga

"if i didn’t know any better, i would almost say you were following me.” she moves some hair away from her face, strands that had come loose from her low ponytail during a friendly spar with a friend that she’d been visiting just earlier. “but i do know better. just coincidence.” the sides of her mouth tilt upwards ever so slightly as she tucks her hands into her pants pockets. “i honestly though you would have gone back to water before heading this far out to fire.”

since she last saw him in earth, it looks like he’s acquired a few extra items, and she pauses in the conversation to pay each item equal time to observe closely. she doesn’t expect him to reply in a full monologue, so she takes her time with the items, one hand coming out to turn this or that whichever way every now and then, stopping on one piece. “this one is nice,” she murmurs more to herself than anyone. “i’ll come back with some money for it.”

she lets that hand fall back down to her side before turning her attention towards him once more. she’s never been supremely talkative, content to listen and absorb, but she enjoys jin’s stillness and purposefulness, in a world where there is such a lack. “how long do you intend to stay in fire?”

[gasoliya]

* something in the tide

@gataash

the last time she’d checked her knees under her skirts, they’d shown the smallest sign of potential bruising. as someone that more than a few people would recognize, she had to remain cognizant of appearances, so she spent as much of her time today on the floor of the praying room. posture rigid, head bowed in respect, and body assumed in the traditional kneeling form. not very comfortable, but there is a time and a place to adhere strictly to tradition.

she moves her hair from her back to over her right shoulder, fingers gently massaging the back of her neck, where she’d held the majority of her tension for the past few days. it was well into the night, and she’s pretty sure the private burial had finished not too long ago. even though the public service was long over, soliya had spent the past few hours in quiet conversation with a few other acquaintances in the areas not closed off to the public.

turning around some of the sentiments from her contacts proves to be more distracting than anticipated, as she finds herself on autopilot, and when she realizes where she is - her brows furrow. soliya’s just about to turn around when she sees broad shoulders, then an unmistakable profile. “taash,” she says out loud, knowing that he’d be able to hear her. he’s not too far away, and she knows he’s always attentive and...on edge.

“...are you just now heading to bed?” the concern is laced into her voice even though she tries to de-tangle it from her vocal chords. her voice quiets even further when he turns to regard her. “you’ve worked hard today. i hope you’re going to rest,” and a small smile makes its way to the corners of her lips. “though knowing you, you’re going to go to your quarters to overthink.” the familiarity is hard to erase, even if the ease of it has disappeared almost entirely.

[gasoliya]

* mentha piperita

the end of the cleaver taps against the cutting board, muffled chopping really the only sound in her ears this early in the day. her wrist naturally follows the rolling motion as she continues to chop up scallions to top off this morning’s congee. her mother walks by with a wicker basket full of freshly washed greens, skirts moving air past soli’s ankles. the quiet bubble and boil of the water on the stove across the room lets her know it’s time to put the rice in.

the courtyard is quiet, there are only a few people in her family up at this hour - two of them currently preparing breakfast while her father dutifully goes to check on any news that may have come out from the nations and/or republic city. it’s a routine that is familiar and comfortable, and once she’s done helping her mother prep all the fragrant spices and vegetables she knows to make tea for her morning debrief with her father.

it’s without her mind in the motion that she dumps the pre-measured and washed rice into the large pot, covering it immediately after. stepping around her mother who is picking out wilted leaves from her bunch, her finger slides across the labelled stoneware, lingering on the peppermint. soli’s drawn to it for some reason, and she knows to trust her instincts at this point in her life.

peppermint tea for stress.

a momentary pause. it’s so early in the morning, what is there to stress about?

the tea is steeped within minutes, and she carefully balances two empty teacups, other hand holding onto the handle of the kettle as she uses her foot to slide the kitchen’s door halfway shut. it’s an odd preference, as liya always get incredibly warm with it that way, but her mother has always run a bit cold. liya can’t really relate.

the air smells crisp today, but there’s the faintest hint of smoke. frowning, she spends some time with the thought, attempting to decipher through it. is it just someone else nearby starting their cooking fire earlier than usual? but no, that’s impossible - this doesn’t smell of wood and brick and stone, it smells acidic, vaguely metallic.

the air holds stories; it has memories - some only a few hours or minutes old.

soli’s walk stills when she sees that the door to her father’s study is completely closed. it’s always open to her for their morning tea. she’s the one that always closes it behind her.

with the toe of her shoe, she slides the door the slightest bit open, and then with lips pursed, she exhales a gentle breath, coaxing it open the rest of the way. when she enters, her father is deep in meditation, different items spread around him in disarray. this is not like him.

“news from the fire nation capital.”

she lowers herself down to the ground on her usual cushion gracefully. instead of kneeling, and sitting back on her legs as she usually does for their usual fifteen to twenty minute morning meetings, she lets her skirts settle around her as she sits cross-legged, a more comfortable position for a long conversation.

setting the kettle down first, her now freed up hand twists behind her back, fingers moving in an easy glide, the screen door behind her sliding completely closed. she moves the teacups from the tray to the table, allowing him to collect his thoughts, form his next sentences. 

“the fire lord is dead. assassinated.”

the bottom of the stone teacup being set on the wooden table sounds mighty loud against the vacuum of noise in her father’s study.

“as you can imagine, i will be embroiled in meetings in the coming days - weeks.”

she pours the tea, nodding slowly as her mind starts to plan what to pack. she thinks about the people she will need to find, the faces flashing behind her eyes - the ones she needs to reach out to, immediately.

“when the funeral announcements made and the details released, you will go in my stead and act as our representative.”

soli watches the steam drift from the top of her teacup, closing her eyes. the little gem of a jewel inside her pulses, and she inhales - deeply. the strong scent fills her nose and she breathes it in a little deeper, hoping it will fill her lungs and calm the rising tension in her limbs.

“attempt to create peace wherever you can when you go out of the island. for there is no way to keep it. at this time, it is completely shattered.”

soliya opens her eyes, and sees a solitary tea leaf starting to sink down to the bottom of her cup. must have gotten through the strainer.

for the first time since stepping into the study, she speaks, and for now she is calm.

“of course.”

--

peppermint tea for stress.

[gasoliya]

*air horn noises*

this is a massive post, so if you’d like to see some of the wanted connections i’ve typed out for my girl soliya, please read through the cut!! if your’e interested in any of them, please feel free to like or comment!!

let’s get writing, y’all!!! and come in here and catch this snuggle (and these plots)!

if you want a quick and dirty run-down of soliya, please click here for my intro where i talk a little bit about her past and bio! if you want to read her bio (it’s pretty short!) click here! but if you want both the live action and the replay...read both B^)

a few things to say - i know i have alienated her to a degree since the highest population of muses are in their early to mid 20s, but that’s why i purposefully wrote her as a traveler to offset some of that!! so that this way, at least she’d be able to travel around to the other nations and make meaningful connections with a whole variety of people!

also - these titles are all song titles/lyircs from songs on a playlist i’ve had on repeat for the last few days in quarantine. some are directly applicable feelings/vibe wise, others are just the right feel in the title itself and not necessarily the song lyrics apply to the plot! (wow this feels like krp tumblr in like, 2014). sidenote: i am a very flexible rper, and am comfortable with nsfw themes but PLEASE let me know if you are not! would never want to make any of my partners uncomfortable and PLEASE do not try to push yourself if it’s something you don’t like to/don’t usually incorporate!

LASTLY, i’m 100% down to plot out original connections too! and if you have a plot or role that you think liya might be able to fill for your muse, just let me know! but the below are certain connections i’d love to see for her c’:

now, onwards & upwards!

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the other side x. (m/f/nb! any age! 2 open!)

for how angsty that title sounds this plot is not angsty at all LMFAO. while traveling with her father i imagine that she’d make some friends that she consistently seeks out whenever they’re in that nation! soliya is pretty relaxed and friendly, especially since that’s the whole point of a diplomatic visit. plus, just traveling to all the different air temples and nations, you naturally make connections! she probably tries to get to know as many people as possible and make as many connections as possible - plus a tour of each place from a local? heck yes! post-black sun, as she’s going through and getting the feel for how each nation is, as a representative of the air nomads and on her father’s behalf, i can imagine she’d be so fucking worried for all of the people she’s met and knows! this also allows us for current plots and past plots!! at the moment, looking for 1 muse for each spot from the other nations to start!

fire nation: open! 

water nation: open! 

earth nation: @zuerga​

way you move x.(m/f/nb! +/- 6 years! 3 open!)

sometimes you just gotta get out excess energy! what better way to do so than a friendly spar? love the idea of our muses passing the time not just with companionship, but with some bending sparring! learning the tricks and the trades of each other’s bending styles, and pushing each other to be even better. there may not be a need per say, to train, but it’s always nice to keep your skills sharp and learn more about each style and person! i think soliya would be fascinated by the other types of bending out there, especially the particular and unique subsets of each, and also by how each person’s own style affects the moves/impact/force! since she’s also on the older side of the spectrum, could definitely see her being a mentor type not just to other airbenders, but also just in tactical elements/critical thinking during spars, etc. post-black sun...there may be a need to spar for the intents of training. but also - check ins on status, health, is there anything that i can do for you?

fire nation: open!

water nation: open! 

earth nation: open!

love me less x. (m/f/nb! younger sibling! open!)

cough, so this requires the making of a muse, and i will put this on a wanted connection ask to the main page maybe like...a few days after i first start but like...this is a big part of liya’s origin story! i go over it here and here, so i won’t make this too long, but yes! i would SO LOVE someone to work this in their bio if they’d like and we can play out the various interactions pre, during, and post the incident. liya holds SO MUCH guilt from the accident and will probably never fully forgive herself, especially as she gets older, as the more mature she gets, the more obvious it is to her how much of a shithead she was as a teen. and even now, in her relationship with her bending and her personal relationships (esp. romantic) she’s guarded to a degree, even almost 15 years later.

I got too much dirt to come clean Closets full of skeletons that you don't wanna see Will you judge me? All my ugly? I won't blame you if you do

me & your ghost x. (m/f/nb! any age! 2 open!)

after the accident with her younger sibling at around age 16/17, she went into a period of self-isolation for about 4 months. 3 of which were spent on air temple island, and one in which she soul searched at the other 4 air temples (nesw). after she comes back home she’s ready to take on her father’s teachers on self-discipline and applying it into her everyday life & demeanor. that probably takes about another 4 months of intensive learning/meditation/isolation, along with traveling to other air temples for training with other airbending masters which comes to a total of 8 months in which she is just MIA. the idea for this plot would probably be that she is significant is some way to your muse - be it a big ass crush, an older-sister figure, a mother figure???, an incredibly strong friendship or any other dynamic, and when she just disappears without notice (i feel like she cycles through all the nations at least once every 2 months or so, stays for at least a few days) your muse is just “what the hell?” primarily a pre-black sun plot for the drama and character development, but that probably also means that by now (almost 15 years!) their relationship is hella strong and they’re very, very, close!

spot one: open!

spot two: open!

good news x. (m/f/nb! +/- 2 years! open!)

emotional support. someone to talk to, to confide in. this is someone, one of the VERY few people (maybe even the only one?) that she would confide in and talk openly about her feelings with, regarding the accident. i imagine this is a - after her 8 months of isolation/soul-searching, they’d meet for the first time, exchange kind of stilted pleasantries, and then just *emotional breakdown* as soon as they hugged. she’s be 17 at the time, so this is someone who would need to be about the same age/maturity to be able to handle it (or not!!! lmfao!!!!) and comfort or just, be there to help her work through it as she wouldn’t want to talk to her family about it - they’re just too close to the situation and their reassurances always feel a bit fake (to her).

similar to the above! primarily a pre-black sun plot for the angst and drama and character development, buy they’re super fucking close by now (or do they have a fallout???) so whatever we decide, it’ll affect what their relationship is like post-black sun!

I spent the whole day in my head Do a little spring cleaning, I'm always too busy dreaming Well, maybe I should wake up instead, A lot of things I regret, but I just say I forget Why can't it just be easy? Why does everybody need me to stay? [...] Well, so tired of being so tired Why I gotta build something beautiful just to go set it on fire? I'm no liar, but sometimes the truth don't sound like the truth [...]  Good news, good news, good news That's all they wanna hear No, they don't like it when I'm down

roxanne x. (m/f/nb! +/- 3 years! open!)

the general gist of this plot is like...liya, in her head: man, fuck this asshole!

it’s that person that just gets under your fucking skin for some goddamn reason. be it completely different values, incompatible personalities (which is some a1 shit cause she usually gets along with most), or they’re just flat out hostile...something makes it almost impossible to stay calm around this person. they just dig at her finely shaped walls, and though she’s spent YEARS cultivating her self control and discipline, this person always gets her so close to breaking it and having her lash out (aka returning back to her younger days), but she’s not going to let them get the best of her (right?)

post-black sun...honestly i have no idea LOL. this would probably just have to be worked out in more detail with whomever takes this plot! as the undercurrents of why they don’t get along can be attributed to many different things (pure unadulterated hatred? simple annoyance? hate chemistry?), which would then affect how they are/interact after black sun!

Goddamn, Roxanne Never gonna love me but it's alright She think I'm an asshole She think I'm a player

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alright let’s make a right at this stoplight into sad bitch hours! beep, beep, we’ve arrived! (i’ve been listening to a lot of sad ballads don’t mind me)

details: i’d always imagined that liya’s had 3 significant heartbreaks/relationships in her life. why three? because it’s a magic number and there are 3 main sad songs that have been in rotation on my spotify!

when we were young x. (m/f/nb! +/- 1-2 years! open!)

*krp writer voice* childhood sweethearts...*aza voice* but with a twist it doesn’t have to be requited if you don’t want it to be! i’m totally down for the longing childhood sweetheart/crush dynamic but if that’s something you’re interested in! i’m down for liya to be the one with the fat ass crush or it can be your muse too! but at some point i imagine they do go it a try, but it does end cause they’re...young and dumb (lol). but it’s your ‘i didn’t want to lose you as a friend, no romantic relationship is worth losing you forever’ dynamic but they’re already past that point!!! but is it of no return? especially with recent events? they obviously care for each other very deeply still, and i imagine that they still keep in good contact, and now that they’re older it’s easier to brush off/get over, but did all of those feelings fade completely? who knows! you decide (pre-black sun)! post black-sun...hold the ones your love a little tighter.

Everybody loves the things you do From the way you talk to the way you move Everybody here is watching you Because you feel like home You're like a dream come true

all i want x. (m/f/nb! +/- 4 years! closed!)

CLOSED: @ddmaiga​ unrequited in a way (?)!!! i don’t have hard opinions on who is who, but they fall into a relationship naturally (probably either instant chemistry, same interests, shared spaces, same opinions, yanno, the way young adults fall in love). but one of them keeps holding back because yanno!!! they’re BARELY young adults (think 19-23)!!! and while one is ready to deep dive, the other one gets cold feet and things end...not badly (but it could if you want it to!) but things just aren’t the same. it’s not a BAD breakup but it’s one that’s never really resolved because neither was willing to completely hear the other person out, and seet things from their perspective. it felt like neither was willing to meet the other halfway *sad violin music* so it’s a breakup with lots of loose ends! even better if we can make up situation in which they HAVE to interact and it’s awkward as hell (pre-black sun)! post-black sun...cue situation in which they have to interact probably LOL

And there's one more boy, he's from my past We fell in love but it didn't last 'Cause the second I figure it out he pushes me away And I won't fight for love if you won't meet me halfway

bruises x. (m/f/nb! +/- 3 years! closed!)

CLOSED: @gataash​ i’m gonna keep this one a bit shorter and only give the gist, as i’d really love to flesh out this plot via...well, plotting! essentially, they/she fell really deeply in love (i’m thinking she’s like, 26-28 during this), as in - ‘i may actually end up marrying this person’ kind of deep. they’re not co-dependent by any means, but they’re attached at the hip whenever they’re near each other, and i think this would probably be a relationship that’s REALLY steady for at least like, 3+ years, but whatever the exact reason, something comes up and it’s related to her incident when she hurt her younger sibling as she’s naturally incredibly guarded about this (i mean hey, she went into a self-isolating state and didn’t airbend for about 4 months after it happened). they fight, she tries to keep calm, ends up losing a bit of that control, and VERY VERY MILDLY injures the s/o, but due to the precedence and the guilt and lasting trauma from all those years ago, she breaks down, ends it, and runs away (aye) and plays the avoidance game for as long as she can manage.

post-black sun...there’s no way they’re not going to reach out to each other, just to make sure they’re okay. (wow this wasn’t that much shorter...darn it, self...)

I've been holding on to hope That you'll come back when you can find some peace 'Cause every word that I've heard spoken Since you left feels like a hollow street [...] There must be something in the water 'Cause everyday it's getting colder And if only I could hold ya You'd keep my head from going under

[gasoliya]

now, before anyone ELSE makes this joke first...

A ella le gusta la gasolina ! Dame más gasolina !

i am very much aware that my url is one letter from being gasolina, thank you very much, but the alternative would have been soliyaga and that didn’t sound too hot either, so...*gasolina by daddy yankee plays in the bg*

so anyways, let’s get on with this intro (fair warning i talk A LOT but it’s cause i’m excited!):

hi hi everyone!!  i’m aza (i’ve also gone by wren) and a few of you may know me as i used to frequent indie krp and closed krp sporadically over the past few years!

super psyched to be accepted and want to dive FULL FORCE into plotting with as many people as i can! i’ve already got a mind for a second air nation muse, so if nothing works out between liya and your muse(s) to start, don’t fret!

me, aza, helping repopulate the air nation like aang and katara

sooooo this is her full bio, and it’s bullet format and relatively short (i think?) BUT if you want the quick and dirty, here it is:

31 years old, airbender. first born daughter of council member rinzen (torma family!).

fc is sonoya mizuno and she’s literally the perfect fc because she’s a dancer and there’s a shit ton of pics with her in motion! would have made her a waterbender, but also - the air nation needed some loving!

her family calls her “liya” as the a is an easy way to draw out her name as a term of endearment, close friends will probably also call her liya or soli! otherwise, she also goes by “soli” or “so” to acquaintances...otherwise, assume full name of “soliya” 

inspiration for her actually came during a rando conversation with my roommate, we talked a little bit about sarira, which is basically...“although the term sarira comes from the sanskrit word for “body” (शरीर), and can be used for relics like teeth or parts of buddha’s skull, it typically refers to the crystalline traces that remain after a respected buddhist’s corpse is burnt...in some cases, sarira are said to grow from the bodies of living people, usually at the culmination of a religious experience.“ we then talked about how in her family’s case, her mother used to tell her that buddhist monks would carry all their rage and pent up feelings and it would be pressed into these little ‘remnants’ and after cremation, you could see just how much they suffered and how much their self-discipline kicked in, by seeing how many of these sarira remnants remained. (this is more clear if you read my bio)

soooo yes! wild child, cocky as hell, confident and just...like, she’d be someone you’d want to party with.

literally the most stubborn child/teenager you could ever have met. people on air temple island were convinced that she was swapped at birth with another baby, and thought that she may be better suited as a fire or earth bender. but she had a natural affinity for airbending which shut them up for a while!

traveled around a LOT to the other nations and the north, east, south, and west air temples with her father!

LOVES HER SIBLINGS TO DEATH AND BACK! would probably kill for them (esp during her wild child days)

but really seriously injured one of her younger siblings (looking for this muse/plot aye) at the age of 16, and like - so much guilt

self isolated for about 4 months in guilt after, then went on a soul search at the other air temples for about another month. meditated - a lot, started to practice self-discipline

went into hardcore airbending training for about another 4 months, so total of 8 months of only air temple interactions and turned 17 during this self journey (aka went off the grid to anyone else in the 3 other nations)

disposition changed HEAVILY, went from wild child to very calm, relaxed, placid (still friendly though!) so anyone who knew her before is probably like ???? tf ???

but from like 17-28 was still a continuous journey of self-control as she travels around with her father on diplomatic visits and then more so on her own as she gets older, but by now she’s pretty good at keeping her outward emotions/outburts all inside.

doesn’t mean her control and discipline is perfect though!

damn, not as quick and dirty as originally planned, but what ELSE is new? a MASSIVE plots page is incoming soon! and to anyone who has written with me before/knows me...vouch for me that i’m a good time, aye

let’s write together!!! 💖 

[gasoliya]

HERE STANDS SOLIYA TORMA OF THE AIR NORMADS, THIRTY ONE YEARS OLD AND THE FIRST BORN OF COUNCIL MEMBER RINZEN

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