#savestcrs

[celestialscaled]

@savestcrs + Taurus.

Space was cold. Not the same cold as a bitter winter when snow would pile upon him and make him look like white capped mountain. There was an emptiness here that he hated. He missed Virgo’s lush forests to rest in. He missed Aquarius’ deep seas, crisp on his tongue when he drank. He missed Gemini’s brilliant winds as he flew.

He could not recall how long it had been since the initial Great Betrayal; the event that had cast him and his eleven siblings into space and turned them to stars. But it had been a long time in this cold, drifting mindlessly, all alone. The worst sort of existence. 

And then came the things that ate the stars. 

The Stonemover watched as the heavens grew darker and darker, great balls of fire and light dimming by the day. Would such a thing effect him? Or his kin, scattered out in the deep dark? He, once a powerful god, felt helpless.

Then he came across the bronze vessel, a beautiful thing of the oddest architecture he had seen. But it had a breathtaking aura to it that made him draw closer, the constellation cluster that made up his form taking a shape akin to what he once was.

“And what are you, little thing?” He asked, his voice like stones grinding against one another after an earthquake. “Why are you out here, in the dark?”

[nocturnique]

😏 - What's something you want people to know about you? （ꉺ౪ꉺ）

munday q & a // @savestcrs

oh, man... that's a really good question. and i'm not sure i have any specific answer to this?

i love writing and being here a lot, but sometimes as much as i really want to be here and do things, i can't manage it, even on my days off. in part due to the fact that i don't technically have any real days off. i'm chronically ill, chronically tired, and actually have two jobs-- one part-time in retail/customer service (which is the job i'm usually talking about on here) and one at home where i take care of both of my parents full-time. plus, we have six animals (five are mine, one is my dad's), so i have to take care of them as well. reasons i'm feeling so tired, sore, and run down so often.

thankfully, i seem to follow a lot of very kind, patient, and understanding people and i really appreciate that! people irl aren't always as understanding unfortunately.

[askrossiel]

(continued from x for @savestcrs)

Rossiel cannot help but smile at Rocky's insistence on being the first to turn to for help. "Of course. You are, after all, the one who is most aware of my... eccentricities." Eccentricities is perhaps too mild a word to wrap up the whole of herself: the speech of one with song in her blood, the behaviors of one who is odd even for Elven-kind, and how it wears on the spirit to be all of those things and homesick for a place and a time that cannot be returned to.

"I am faring as well as I can given the circumstances. Better than I would have fared if I'd remained on Arda- on Earth- when the cold set in. It... helps, I think, that I am not the first soft creature your folk have looked after--" the first, her neighbor and rival in matters academic, had had a rougher go of it than she could possibly imagine "--and that where there is soil I can grow some of what I need for myself."

The mallorn at the heart of her habitat had been an ordeal spanning days (Earth-days, mind; and many more of the five-hour days of this world) to Sing up, and she'd had to consume most of her remaining travel-rations to keep the fire of her spirit stoked for the work. Her house amid its boughs, the construction assisted by Eridian engineers, is not so grand as Amroth's talan; nor is the tree as massive as his sentinel-mallorn had been, but it is hers. A little piece of Lothlórien, light-years away from Arda. "I do miss seeing the stars, though."

[skyguarded]

Rocky isn't alone in his attitude. Shiro might fundamentally be a pilot first, scientist second, but it infuriated him not being able to figure out half the technology he was suddenly working with. It had been part of his job to know whatever he was flying inside and out. Now? No one alive has even remotely satisfactory explanations for why this specific space metal doesn't abide by conservation of mass. "Great question," he deadpans. "I'll let you know if I ever find out."

The Eridian is so clearly indignant it's funny. At least humans bred dogs to have more expressive faces: this species doesn't even have a face yet somehow conveys an entire emotional spectrum. He finds it even funnier that stomping a foot is a universal signal of annoyance. "Transreality magic rock cares not for our mortal questions." Shiro shrugs, holding the weapon out for Rocky's inspection. "I don't know how much any of it was made intentionally and how much just...happened by chance. Let's say for now it was made to change forms - which would make sense given every person has different preferences and Alfor was at least smart enough to plan ahead for continuing generations. They're coded to the Lions so it wouldn't do much if you used it."

Would it become a tool if the situation called for it? Could it? Shiro's barely had any time with the thing as only a weapon. If Rocky was this put out by a bayard, he'd lose it around the Lions. Or answer some of their burning questions because he was a fresh set of whatever organ Eridians used to echolocate. "Hey. When you're done trying to figure out the bayard, I want you to meet someone."

@savestcrs ; continued.

[primegrim]

|| @savestcrs // prior ask .

      her head tilts , dark strands of ebony hair cascading down her side as she looks at what rocky's building . it will never cease to amaze her what he and grace could do , what they could create : of course , every time she thinks too hard about it , it makes her feel useless . what did grace say in that one event ? useless waste of carbon ? yeah , that sums up her feelings exactly .

   better not think too hard about it , then .

   "" rocky . . . "" she starts , voice a bit quiet , not wanting to disturb the working eridian too much . "" you do know i don't need a suit , right ? "" the feeling is nice ––– to know someone out there decided to include her in something . it is very nice ! "" i mean . . . i'm not in the greatest of shapes right now . . . i can barely walk here from the ship . "" besides , the 'war medic' knows it would just be a waste of xenonite ; she could just phase through all existing matter .

   not that he knows that , of course . . .

[cseavers]

" hello rocky . " there's an unmistakable note of laughter in his voice , terribly amused , and terribly fond of the alien that comes barreling towards him . colt doesn't even move out of the way , just smiles with his hands folded behind his back . space has kind of been a nightmare so far , and more often than not colt finds himself both petrified and so out of his depth he has to try not to throw up . but this is a good thing -- he is a good thing . kindness , and understanding , even eleven lightyears away from earth . colt never would have thought ( but , to be fair , colt ' never really thought ' about ninety - nine percent of the things that have happened to him would have happened to him )

" you are very talented , and you've got lots of legs , so it should be easy . " he thinks -- that makes sense , right ? either he's going to be great , or colt is going to accidentally get this very nice eridian completely tangled up in himself . as long as he doesn't break anything -- that's the most important part for sure ( and even if rocky doesn't actually get hurt , colt will probably still be beside himself if he hears a singular sound that could possibly denote distress coming from him ) he claps his hands together anyways , tips his head , squints like he's assessing something . he studied human physiology for four years , but this he's a little less certain on . " you guys probably have a lot better balance than a human , huh ? " he says , as if he didn't just watch this guy almost tumble right into him . " humans are actually pretty easy to knock over , some more than others . "

@savestcrs / continued from x

[gcxingsuprnva]

He’s taken on a wide stance here. There, in the doorway, Rocky lurks, making not a sound until Vox looks in his direction.

“K. Y. S.” He says those letters slowly. Firmly. Without any other context, it might sound like Rocky’s directing the acronym’s meaning at Vox . . . and maybe he’d choose not to confirm or deny it, should the question arise. But, after a solid few seconds of tense silence, he eventually supplies, “You tell me that means ‘Keep Yourself Safe.’ No true. Lie.”

Rocky stomps a foot. “Is mean. You learn to apologize now.” >:(

For a moment, he honestly forgets that he'd taught Rocky that, so when he looks up at the little alien and immediately gets told KYS, his expression becomes some strange mixture of shock and pride, eyes wide as he appraises this odd little creature he's now found himself a companion to. His lips turn up into a smile for a moment, soft and affectionate. "Aww. Look at you. Baby's first death threat to someone. I'm so proud." Cough. Looking away from Rocky for a moment. "And, I mean. Technically I already tried that and it didn't stick, but you know--"

Oh. Rocky figured it out sooner than he'd been willing to give the little guy credit for, it seems, and though the Eridian doesn't have anything even remotely resembling a face to project some kind of expression onto, Vox can somehow sense the indignant anger rolling off of him. He'll have to come up with something to placate the alien with, and quickly. Not that he thinks Rocky is honestly capable of meaningfully harming him in any way--in fact, given Rocky's height, he's fairly certain he could punt him like a fucking football, if things actually got that far--but. You know. In the interest of friendship and whatnot, he's at least going to make an attempt to smooth any ruffled feathers. So it is that he crouches down to Rocky's level after a moment, trying to ignore the loud creak that his joints give in protest.

"I didn't entirely lie, bud. It can mean keep yourself safe. It just means the other thing a lot more often on the Internet these days. People probably got confused. Completely slipped my mind to tell you that. You know, I'm old and forgetful, it happens." If Rocky honestly expects him to earnestly apologize, he's got another thing coming. It had been funny to watch someone trust him that blindly, for one, and for another...geez, you'd think a scientist would be a little more careful about looking up the meanings behind words, but hey, what the hell would he know. Not like he does public speaking for a living or anything. "But hey, lemme make it up to you. I can give you a full rundown of abbreviations you can use, and this time there'll be no mean meanings. Pinky promise. Sound good?"

Meanwhile, Shock.wav has swum closer within his aquarium, swishing his tail back and forth and letting out a happy rumble. He knows that voice! That voice is Rocky! He loves Rocky! He gently hits his head against the glass with a loud thunk, waiting until the two of them look over before swimming in a rapid circle and yipping happily.

FRIEND ROCKY. FRIEND ROCKY. HAPPY. HAPPY. HAPPY. HAPPY. WATCH SWIM, FRIEND ROCKY. WATCH.

[decayingobsessions]

@savestcrs // continued

The music continues to play despite Rocky's protests about the weird sounds it was making. When the voice speaks, it has its own oddly musical quality, lifting and falling like someone who doesn't quite understand the difference between singing and talking.

"not broken!" A pause, that same giggling, somewhat obscured by static, "ju-just, just having f-ff-fun!"