/ things won’t happen on here until either late tonight or tomorrow night - on the disco mostly, catch me there!

space blog resurgence has me screaming: RISE RISE RISE

/ the immediacy of this CALLOUT though

anyway boop the post if you want to reconnect and i will shower you in flowers and / or adoration

ooc. ( i came here on a whim with contemplation on returning and the circulation of an old promo. here is to a moment of softness and adoration for the space pilot plant nerd )

hey it’s been eight million years but here’s me letting you all know you’re loved and adored. i might come back here to see if anyone is still around to chat, say hi what’s up and hope they’re well - as well as perhaps collect a handful of folks who may be interested in continuing the writing of this space child.

me: hi im wasa i still exist in space

KOTORI // @followedadifferentpath​

A pleased sound, low rumble like a coming storm at returned affection. Warmth blooms, it spreads and eases, steadies the heart that had pounded so heavily from the adrenaline of their game. A stretch! Teeth nip and tug at ears and gnaw light at jaw close to his own. 

He stills with the next shift, welcomes the heaviness of the other wolf’s weight upon him. Looks, only to see reaction --- curious as to what he thinks, as to how long they can stay like this. He knows that hours in this form are the beginnings of the cage for a man struck with the magics of his people and what he’d done ( still unclear, unspoken; but there’s understanding there in silence ); and it’s a guilt that prickles at spine to know that selfishness comes in the minutes that pass.

Ears prick, shift to react to whine and there’s a move of his body to turn so he may curl and look up at the red wolf. A nudge, golden eyes bright as they stare, concern in the low noise made and the lick and stretch of paw.  

MR SCOTT // @relativisticphysics​

“ Hey, I’m a gentleman, ” warm response, and a smile as he leans forward. Sulu’s face relaxes in feigned offense, hand splayed against his chest as if the words had hit him flat on his front. “ I’ve been nothing but good to her. ”

KOTORI // @followedadifferentpath​

It’s youth, more than the power of a wolf that causes the energy to burst, for hind legs to push and propel him forward at a pace he can barely keep up with. Too excited, too happy --- so much so it seems that the wind sings with the trees and grass. It seems as if Nature itself had smiled, had laughed, and had seen them in an element more home than the concrete and stone that rose to make the cold and never silent jungles of the humans.

He means to catch up with him, to catch the other wolf in the tumble of legs and the fall forward. Limbs and fur and a roll with grass that pulls and sticks and makes him smell all the more like pine and earth. A tag, you’re it --- but one that fails with paws that are caught in that tangle. But still, a noise! One that resembles a laugh as jaws open, as he means to nip and gnaw and lick and press and push his body against Red’s.

It’s affection, in it’s purest form; a happiness found once again by one considered pack more than blood itself. Family. The word had resonated more with the shape shifter than it had with anyone since that day. Sulu licks, he nuzzles and he attempts to wriggle out of the mess they’d landed in.