solarslinger

[solarslinger]

i would like everyone to know that this rpc is, in fact, trash. as pretty much almost all rpcs are. like. that’s not fucking news. it’s really one of the reasons why some people are selective with who they choose to interact with. every long-lasting rpc is always going to be garbage at some point. and really? it’s okay. we can accept it now.

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and yes i wil reblog my last post until everyone either sees it or y’all dislodge me from the rpc. this place is not good but everyone needs to acknowledge that before it can ever be what everyone claims it to be.

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but also uh for clarity? can’t really say the rpc got better as a whole. place is fucking toxic as shit more often than it should be and you know? that’s just not worth dealing with after a while.

i would like everyone to know that this rpc is, in fact, trash. as pretty much almost all rpcs are. like. that’s not fucking news. it’s really one of the reasons why some people are selective with who they choose to interact with. every long-lasting rpc is always going to be garbage at some point. and really? it’s okay. we can accept it now.

[solarslinger]

i would like everyone to know that this rpc is, in fact, trash. as pretty much almost all rpcs are. like. that’s not fucking news. it’s really one of the reasons why some people are selective with who they choose to interact with. every long-lasting rpc is always going to be garbage at some point. and really? it’s okay. we can accept it now.

[solarslinger]

🇲​🇾​ 🇯​🇺​🇩​🇬​🇪​🇲​🇪​🇳​🇹​ 🇮​🇸​ 🇫​🇮​🇳​🇦​🇱​.

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aight i have starters and shit saved and i promise i’ll get to them this week but i got some self-assigned hw to do so if u need me, pop me on disco

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i might. go on a very minor unfollowing spree.

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@lightvoices | sc

the tower outside was loud. laughter and screams slipped in through the cracks under the doors and the glass in the windows. it could have been calming if it were just a little quieter. she was only even in the tower to start off with due to vadim’s request. he had been concerned - and rightfully so. the hunter spent her time far from prying eyes. scouting, gambit, the shore. it could be hard to find her if she wished. and vadim...well, when could she turn him down?

he poured over old books he must have memorized and she poured tea devrim had gifted her. floral and fruit and a hint of comfort. if nothing else, it could make up for her absence. “here.” she placed the cup gently near vadim, but not close enough it could easily be tipped over. “i couldn’t find any sugar in town, sorry.”

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i just tried to move the page down with my controller

help

[solarslinger]

channel your inner hunter

[solarslinger]

you know what i miss?

ila randomly bringing flowers to people, in an attempt to brighten their day a little.

[solarslinger]

i have. just noticed. that the picture i’m using for my theme bg is a little bonked.

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whines that pull from soft lips are small and needy as renegade's hips instinctively rut up against the hunter straddling him. face tilted away and hidden beneath an arm. they're still fully clothed and somehow ila has managed to reduce none other than shin malphur to a moaning mess beneath. helmet is cast aside, but hood and scarf remains, leather armour opened to reveal undershirt that reveals pale untouched skin beneath. a hand finds the back of her neck, pulling her in for a desperate kiss.

they’d met again, deep enough within the edz that solitude could be found. silence blanketed their first few hours. nothing had to be shared. all they needed, wanted was the feeling of companionship in the dark. the initial plan had been to eventually return to the tower. half-empty conversations over the twinkling beads above their heads soaked up her time. travelling back home would - admittedly - take no time. yet convincing herself to stay the night was easier. 

sharing a tent is all too familiar. two bodies occupying a space that just barely accommodates. they’d done so before and were familiar enough with the other by now. she laid on her left, did her best not to curl up and knee him if she somehow managed to fall asleep. and he…maybe slept for a handful of hours. a system that worked as well as one would expect. hunters never shared sleeping spaces for anything more than basic company. they were no exception.

his hand found her arm in the dark. she thought he wanted warmth. it made little sense, if she gave if thought - his light was hotter than hers had ever been - she just couldn’t find any other reasoning. couldn’t understand why he gently tugged her arm closer. “shin, what - ” even whispered, her voice shattered the silence.

“shh.” voice muffled as he pulled her over. the only illumination between them came from the awoken’s eyes. falling into the rhythm was immediate. fingers laced and pinned his hand at the side. the other found purchase in the free space of armor. his own hand hovered over her waist. hesitation. enough to egg her to lead.

weight was placed on his hips as she found leverage. already the armor was troublesome. she wanted it gone. needed it gone. needed to sink her teeth into skin and leave even a temporary mark of their time together. fingers quickly moved the edge of his makeshift mask up, allowing access to his bare neck. immediately touched by her lips. first mark was made directly above his heartbeat. hips grinded against his almost recklessly - no rhythm could be found. 

his hands squeezed against her, would have bruised skin had he reached any. the mark she left was dark. she moved to the other side to work on another - this time not as pigmented. her mouth was softer. her hips were faster. worth it to hear and feel how desperate shin was becoming. fueled her own want as she busied her hand with closures she couldn’t see. his hips jerking up against her was just enough to push her away and stare at him for merely a moment.

hand pushed armor aside, metal fingers starting to bruise human skin. hard not to sink teeth into clear space. she’s not thinking. muscle memory has taken over them both. he pulled her down and neither moved the scarf away. uncomfortable and thin enough to almost feel as if it wasn’t there. teeth pushed through the fabric without thinking, lightly raking against his bottom lip. his moans were music to her. she wanted to hear him fall apart.

she pulled herself away only enough to gain a small view of him beneath her. eyes locked onto a spot just beneath his collarbone and quickly she moved to place her mouth. felt minor punctures from her canines, gained a faint taste of metallic. his vocal reaction declared he enjoyed it. gave her enough time to move her free hand between their waists.

unbuckled and undone pants. almost too easy to keep shin distraction. or maybe he just had no wish to stop her. her brain is off. she gently bit slightly harder before moving back up to the underside of his jaw. though her teeth graze against skin, she’s gentle. no bites. no welted skin. simply the feel of points through the scarf and her tongue softly moved across his adam’s apple.

with a struggle, she moved her pants as far as necessary. they were impossible to remove and she was far too distracted. creating a symphony of his sounds was more important. her mouth was too busy making new marks on his bare torso to think.

her hand became busy, gently freeing shin with a gentle tug of his waistband. she could instantly feel how affected he was. with standard pumps by a warm hand, she quickly felt how melted he was. he twitched and writhed beneath her. a small bite on skin and his cock jerked up - directly against her. stars she needed him inside her. 

his free hand had moved to her hair and used the leverage to slowly, gently pull her to his own mouth. the kiss holds more passion now, rough enough to cause discomfort due to the damned scarf. it muffles the moans he would have fed her as her hand closed around his member. he jerked up into her grasp. 

mouth moved to chest again, marking as her hand moved. her desperation was hidden beneath her temporary dominance. a finger nudged underwear aside to guide him. moans muffled by his chest when he entered her. her hips became frantic - rising and falling with little regard - and shin didn’t seem to mind. her teeth sank into his skin and his fist balled in her hair. his moans loud enough now to cover the sound of armor colliding.

he was thick, she was warm, and they became lost. all sounds came from shin as she moved around his collarbone. her knees dug further and further into the ground as she continued to ride him. his hips jerked up routinely to meet her. she wasn’t thinking anymore. 

her free hand became busy with her clit and she moved her face into shin’s neck. rhythm had finally been found. fast and maybe a bit reckless, but consistent. “ila. fuck.” they both felt how she squeezed against him. she panted against his shoulder and he thrust into her. both were on the edge of oblivion.

she took a small breath and then sunk the tip of her canines into the soft spot between his neck and shoulder. he cried out and the tone was euphoria. hand moved from her hair to her waist, holding her still, light blending into hers due to lack of control in the moment. they finish together and for a brief moment, their light is indistinguishable. they’re struggling to catch breath and sticking together due to the sweat. 

they’d take the minor time for cleanup later. maybe actually sleep decently now their bodies were exhausted. she’d take time on her own to figure out her own emotions. however shin was here now. she was here now. and with a gentleness that had been lacking, she squeezed the hand that still held hers. 

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what if. i revamp my multi.

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i think the worst thing that’s come from ila’s development so far has been watching her faith in the vanguard slowly diminish over time. it’s almost kinda like watching someone lose faith in their parents or role models - mainly because that’s almost exactly what’s happening.

at this point, it’d be stupidly easy to convince her to go “rogue” (which, for her, would only really mean she’d still be helping people but not on vanguard terms).