She seems like she's fun to fold up, that's for sure.

( OK back to work shortly (kill me) but i'm perfecting sol's rbf as i draw her more. will probably delete this later lmao

To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you.

Acts of service acts of service acts of serviceee. She does quite a bit of service as the WoL re: helping others, but long before she voices how much she cares, she shows it more intimately (tying laces, fixing clothes, cleaning for you, cooking for you, offering a listening ear, repairing things).

( revealing my place in DT MSQ here but i didn't expect Bakool Ja Ja to become my Sonboy

( unfortunately i needed to change Sol's mentor's name (it's Einar now). his old name was one letter off of Sans Undertale and it was haunting me

ysayle dangoulain — Still the hatred within our hearts and bless us with eternal grace! ☆ she/her ☆ #ffxivrp ☆ bi. Ships with chem. ☆ mun: Emma. 28+. Must be 21+ to write.

"Courage, don't leave me." 🗡️A forsaken knight-errant shrouded in secrecy🗡️ 🛡️LVL ?? Eldritch Knight Fighter🛡️ ⚔️ #DnDRP - #OCRP - #MVRP - #FantasyRP - #RPSky ⚔️ 🔞No one under eighteen should follow!🔞 Currently looking for a party or an employer... 🔄+❤️ to begin the adventure!

( wait for me y'all. i had an easy shift at work today but the finger on the monkey's paw curled and i suffered the Bus Trip Home From Hell(tm) i'm gonna collapse now

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"Most fear what is bigger than them. A sort of . . . " She grunts, searching for the right wording. "Evolutionary instinct. So, they /think/ height is equal to strength." (A bit funny, coming from someone on the taller side like her.)

Sol thinks her difficulties expressing herself are her biggest flaw, but she's better at that than she thinks. Her actual biggest flaws is her insecurity & how often she lets it rule her, to the point of exhaustion.

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Surprise, then understanding flashes in her calculating gaze. Not quite admitting she misjudged, though—Twelve only knew how often she'd seen empty confidence. (Still, she sensed that wasn't the case here.) "Hm," a seemingly non-committal grunt, but her shoulders are already rolling. ⋆☀︎.

( damn. i hope while i'm writing her here sol gets to fuck a dragon. lowkey one of the Main Goals /hj

( we (yes WE yes YOU and ME) all frothed at the mouth here

( sometimes i forget monsterfucking is not the norm, like we DIDN'T all want to fuck Gulool Ja Ja? some people didn't want the old lizard man??? insanity.

Woe, Peeled Sol be upon ye

As if on cue, said ears shifted atop her head, very real indeed. It's not the first time she's been asked this question, & definitely won't be the last. "Yes," she replies easily, a bit flatly. "A real tail to match, too."

"𝙏𝙨𝙨—" A pained hiss. Sol flexes her fist, the sting familiar as she stares at where the skin on her knuckles broke. Blood wells up, small but jarring, a rarity these days outside of battle. She didn't even punch the training dummy 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 hard, so she thought. " . . . Mh. Annoying."

She purses her lips in mock-offense, but doesn't confirm or deny, giving up on defending herself. "A gil, hm," she deadpans in reply, but there's a hint of bemusement & interest as she looks at the flower. "Expensive." Her tone drips with sarcasm, & she hands over a shiny coin as she says it.

( renovating my fc room (which is Sol's small little house in-story). i put Haurchefant up by the bath. it's what he would have wanted

( throws this into the ether

( love when the msq acknowledges other jobs. like YES!!! SHE IS!!! SHE'S LVL 94!!! (claps and points at the screen)

Rah'Zaa Tesukiomy Dutchess of the naval city New Alters and crown princess of the naval kingdom of Alters. High shamen of her people Gender: female (rarely intersex) Height: 7ft Age: 26 Fantasy, modern, and sci-fi settings Non-lewd and lewd RP

<— Woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. She stretches, tilting her head until her neck gives a satisfying pop. " . . . Ugh." That about says it all.

𖤓˚࿔

An exhale escapes from Sol's nose, an approximation of amusement, even if her expression doesn't show it. "Mm. I wonder. Might not be my character, but the feed I carry." She offers that half-joke, dry as it may be. (Lumi, in turn, gives what might be a scandalized 𝘬𝘸𝘦𝘩.) ⋆☀︎.

( officially retiring my little "cont." thread marker bc it's just a little too bulky for my liking 😅 goodnight sweet prince

There's a pause on her end, the sort that stretches just shy of awkward—before Sol gives a short nod. "Behemoth steak is good. Filling." She concedes, not offended in the least, & equally not interested in pushing the other to try her food, though it does still nag at her, a persistent ⋆☀︎.

" . . . " Glances at her purse, then at Aerith, then back at her purse, almost sheepish. "My chocobo. He likes them."

꧁𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚꧂

( flops onto the timeline. when i tell you the past day and a half has been ASS i mean it. will check my notifs shortly lol

ᴀɴ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴅ xɪɪɪ ❝ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇ. ❞ ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ ᴠɪɪ. ᴘᴇɴɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴅɪꜱᴍᴀɴᴛʟᴇᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ

Relaxation is rare for her——yet she's made an effort to take more time to be idle. A small hot spring, tucked away from prying eyes, is her choice today. ". . . 𝘏𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘩." A sigh as the steam soaks into her once-sore muscles. —— #SeductiveSunday

Final Fantasy XIV: Endwalker, 2021, colorized

the next words that spilled from my lips came from so deep within my gut that it nearly made all the things i've ever said feel like a lie. “𝗜 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗞𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗬𝗢𝗨.”

( stuck at work so can't work on replies. but i'm thinking abt post-endwalker sol & how much character development she had throughout the expacs that will never be seen. Relevant Image

// May I have your permission to interact? 👉👈

( call sol the bicycle of light the way everybody gets a ride

. . . Mh. She's bored. Her early morning exercises are done. There's nothing on the agenda. Time to scale a mountain.

For someone like her, the peaceful air is a welcome, grounding change of pace—sometimes, her adventures require her to expend her energy with chatter. Sol gives a grateful grunt as she leans forward, lifting the teacup with her usual grace. A slow sip, then another, glancing towards (𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵.)

( 👀...

( redesigning my azem despite my ~console limitations~ and. yeah if i were emet-selch and i lost this baddie AND hythlodaeus' fine ass i would also lose my shit.

All that blood was just blood. It was never crimson, never beautiful, never ugly.

Me and twin