#sunlitfighter

[keelerr-blog]

I used to know a joke about fighting but all I remember is that it had a good punch line.

          That awkward moment when the Lead Navigator of the Sleipnir can’t even stand up straight because he’s laughing so hard––––

[pcrthos-blog]

๑ Gives him a bulldog plush

Fluffy Gifts | Accepting!

Hmm. This one’s a dog, one of those with the wrinkly, droopy faces. How an animal could look this different and still be considered a dog is a mystery to Porthos. The dog’s tongue hangs out of its underbite mouth, and Porthos flicks the fabric in a mimicry of an eager dog licking fingers.

          “Hmm. Thank you.”

This one goes right at the foot of his bunk, like a little guard dog.

[tasknamefenrir-blog]

[I just realized that Helios and Valentina don’t have canon patronymics]

[protegoastra]

slam my character against the wall and kiss them

sunlitfighter:

Oh yah, they were both pretty drunk at this point. The taste of rum and coke lingered on Ethan’s lips, equally spicy and sweet. His own tongue still burned from his last shots but it deftly curled around the blond’s as they press up closer together. Clinging to each other against the wall in a dark corner of whatever frat house is hosting the party that night, Afon holds one arm up as if trying to their impromptu (and honestly sloppy) make-out session at least somewhat private. “Are you really a newbie at kissing boys?” He teased between gasps for air. “Because I think you’re a natural.”

The night had honestly been mostly a blur.  Ethan remembered he was sipping down a rum and coke... and maybe a few more after that, he wasn’t sure how many.  Lowered inhibitions made it much easier to mingle with his equally inebriated peers. Before he realized it his back was against a wall and the taste of a stronger liquor was wrapped around his own tongue.  He took a chance to breathe while Afon spoke, his head spinning.  He had kissed Jules plenty of times, and there was that summer fling... “Um—er sort of??” he simpered.

[rxliant]

He wasn’t really sure what drove him to crawl into Sacha’s lap and initiate that first kiss. But the flavor of those addictive brownies on chapped lips encouraged his tongue to dive in deeper, all of his hunger redirected for the moment. Sure hands slid up against his scalp, raking through long, messy locks and down around to his undercut and back again, keeping him in place as the other kissed back just as eagerly. Chest to chest with only thin tank tops between them, Afon held on tightly with steady hands on toned biceps until the kiss ended with a sharp bite to his lip and string of laughter from them both.

Now this was definitely a surprise to say the least, however, it was definitely not an unwelcome one. There was no way in hell that Sacha was going to protest to a kiss from someone as attractive as Afon, even if it was fuelled by the contents of the suspicious brownies. Smirking into the kiss as he responded eagerly with just as much fervour, this was something that he wouldn’t mind happening again in the slightest. Laughter ringing in his ears as the eager kiss ended just as soon as it had began, Sacha grinned without hesitation.

“Well...about damn time, don’t ‘ya think?”

[lunarcility-blog]

[face]

Keeler’s face is not very memorable.

There are gentle curves forming up his face that resemble rising hills which gradually smooth over his cheekbone to eventually meet at his pointed chin, forming up a kind smile that often finds its targets unaware of it.

And though there is definitely a certain quality of femininity to the way that his dimples indent into his cheeks when he smiles, they also make their presence known when Keeler’s temper flares up on rare occasions; They are not even close, with their positions and the depth of each little dip differentiating greatly – the left side is next to his lips, and shallow, while the right one is deep and centred right in the middle of his right cheek.

Keeler’s mother used to say that it was adorable. Keeler thinks it’s quirky, but doesn’t think much about it.

There’s not much to remember about him. His smile does not brighten up a room and his eyes are not deep set or any one whatsoever of those mysterious, watery pools that people talk about constantly in dreams and films with beautiful men and women who seem like everything wonderful in the world put together in a single entity.

Keeler, however, is very humane, and it shows on his face.

It shows in the sharp arch of his brows when he finds something amusing, and the way his eyes seem to disappear when he’s laughing at something far too hilarious as well as how the apples of his cheekbones go a bright pink whenever he’s embarrassed or caught in a difficult situation.

Keeler’s jawline does a thing that makes him look like he’s stressed when he’s simply thinking. Thinking of either food, space, Encke, or how to reprogram their route back and when to discuss it with his superiors, nobody ever knows. But Keeler thinks, and when his mind is working, so does his jaw.

[beta-ophiuchi-blog]

[hair]

[hair]:length, colour, texture, whether it grows quickly or slowly, how manageable it is, whether it requires lots of styling, do they leave stray hairs everywhere, is it present on their face, is it present on the rest of their body, etc.

While he isn’t particularly vain, Cebalrai does put a lot of time into his hair. It’s naturally dark, thick and curled, so he tends to spend a lot of time lightening and taming it. He prefers how it looks when it’s loose, but knows it can get in the way, so ties it back and keeps it under a headband to make sure it’s out of his face.

As for facial and body hair, again, it’s dark and thick and he’s pretty self-concious about it and so he tends to keep himself shaved or at least trimmed most everywhere.

[mechanic-sabik-blog]

[feet]

[feet]:do they have a habit of going up on their tiptoes, what's their usually stance, do they tend to shift their weight to a preferred side, etc.

Sabik only really goes up on his toes when he needs something high up - he’s only 5′5″ and too prideful to ask for somebody else to get something down for him. He has a bad habit of slouching and fidgeting - shifting from one leg to another, tapping his feet, etc.