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#Sun x reader
martinsorbit · 3 days
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"You're holding it wrong," He says, in a frustrated but calm tone. "Here, I'll help you aim, just give me your hands."
Before Sun even finishes his sentence, his arms are already around yours waiting.
"Oh, uh. Sure" You murmur.
As you let your hands go limp a bit, Sun gently holds them and guides them in the position he deems "correct".
There's not much arguing about who's right in this; Sun deems his technique to be the best, or at least, bettter than yours; You, on the other hand, doesn't really have that much room to talk, given how terrible you are at aiming, but also because of your recent memory loss. Either way, Sun would definitely wipe the floor with you in any argument at this point, so you just spare yourself.
"Your Hands..."
"Yeah?"
"Oh- Nothing, I was just‐ Talking to myself, that's all" he says
HI HERE HAVE THIS. IVE BEEN WITH THIS IMAGE STUCK IN MY BRAIN FOR THE LAST 2 WEEKS AND NOW I DID IT YAYYY; I still gotta update the Y/Ns design soreeyyy
Anyways hope u guys like this cuz ive been staring at this zooming in and out like ive spotted a rare deep sea creature
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paper-lilypie · 18 hours
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family. what a funny thought
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lunarmoves · 2 days
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“say,” sun muses one evening after all the kids have gone home for the day, “can you do something for me, friend?” 
you raise an eyebrow at him over your shoulder. blank white eyes peer down at you from a short distance away. his hands clutch onto a moon plush, long fingers kneading tersely into the soft material. 
“what is it?” you ask curiously. the rag you’d been using to disinfect and clean the top of the security desk gets set off to the side so you can turn around and give him your full attention. you lean back against the desk and make a face at him. “you’re not gonna ask me to help clean out the ball pit again, are you?” 
sun laughs—a loud, sharp thing that reverberates around the daycare in a way that makes your shoulders tense ever so minutely. he waves a hand at you as though to brush off your question. “oh no, nothing like that, silly! i just want you to repeat something for me.” 
“repeat something,” you echo, eyes latched unwaveringly on his form. he tosses the moon plush into its designated bin and approaches closer to you. enough so that his shadow drenches itself over your smaller form like an unforgiving wave and your head cranes up awkwardly to meet his shaded gaze. 
“yes, quite simple, really.” a golden hand reaches forward to set itself on the edge of the desk to your side—effectively caging you against it. a warning bell goes off in your head. you try not to shrink back, but it’s difficult. tendrils of unease snake their way through your chest and into your throat. 
sun’s white-pupil look is unyielding—fixated on something just below your eyes. you swallow thickly.
“repeat after me,” he says in a voice no louder than a murmur. “i love you.” 
your breathing stutters to a stop. 
“what?” is the only thing that breaks through your befuddlement—breathless and rushed out like you couldn’t believe what he’d just said. the tendrils have coalesced into a pressing force that weighs heavily inside your chest. 
sun’s faceplate ticks to the left sharply. grey eyes lower into a half-lidded stare. he makes a sound like he’s clicking his tongue against strangely sharp teeth, disapproving. “that is not what i asked of you, i’m afraid.” his head bows closer towards you. his optics crinkle into crescents as the edges of his smile thin like a razor. “try again.” 
your lips make formless words, but not a sound comes out. your mind feels like it’s running hundreds of miles a minute and yet it’s also… not. there’s no way he understands the depth of what he’s saying, right? what he’s asking? you’re… unsure. you don’t know what to do and it shows in the uncertainty etched into your face and the tautness of your shoulders. 
sun is patient—for now—but you are fumbling miserably. “i— why do you—?”
“ah ah ah,” sun cuts across your stuttering words before you can even get the sentence out. sharp fingers tap against the security desk at your side. tink tink tink. you suppress a shiver. “what did i say? repeat it.” 
you’re stuck. you’re stuck and you have not a single clue on how to slip out of this in all of your unease and reluctance. your heart hammers away in your chest even as your ears burn and a warmth crawls up your neck. sun’s gaze places you in a spotlight and after assessing the way he curls over you in his own semblance of a cage, you exhale slowly through your nose and pull yourself together. 
your jaw clenches, then relaxes, and you part your lips. “i… love you?” 
you cringe internally at the high pitched cadence, but sun does not seem to mind. he shivers—minutely, so minutely—and you can feel where his arm shakes whilst pressed against your side. he looks at you like a lion watching a gazelle, teeth bared in a stretching smile. “again. i love you, sun.” his words are slow.
what are you doing. what are you doing? you balk in the face of his persistence. “i love you, sun.” the words feel… unripe. unnatural. your tongue is made of cotton and lead. 
sun hums in delight—the line of his mouth just inches above your forehead. you cannot even begin to unravel the knot of emotions in your stomach. 
“wonderful,” he eventually breathes into the minuscule space between your faces. his other hand raises to swipe a thumb adoringly under your eye and he sighs contentedly. “just wonderful.”
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This was the most complicated page to do by far. Combining how I understood the Princess Suit functioned with actual functioning diagrams was really tricky, but I’ve fiddled with this enough. I hope this gives y’all a good understanding of how the suit works!
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latehere · 25 days
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oops
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karoochui · 3 months
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I am admittedly not the most massive fan of human DCA cuz i think some characters aren't human for good reason BUT. i had ideas. So
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lil-lemon-snails · 4 months
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My solution to the "sun is an asshole now" debate is very simple: Y/N favouritism :)
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spadillelicious · 5 months
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Sunhinged? This guy is no longer connected to the doorframe! /ref
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icedmetaltea · 4 months
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We are of course a natural pro at arts and crafts
Taking a majority of my art off tumblr for now. Fuck AI
Reblogs greatly appreciated!
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kappasuka · 9 days
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caress
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cacaocheri · 7 months
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he gets flustered easily
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martinsorbit · 5 months
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I did this at 2am yesterday
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paper-lilypie · 2 months
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"they're quick when tempted" LILY YOU CAN'T DO THIS LILY
YOU CANNOT MAKE REMARKS LIKE THAT AND EXPECT TO GET AWAY WITH IT
But see, what if I go towards them EQUALLY AS FAST? NEVER LET THEM KNOW YOUR NEXT MOVEEE- oh shit they're grabby-
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I promise you, you are never fast enough
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lunarmoves · 4 hours
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the words had slipped out of your mouth almost unconsciously.
they’d been festering in your mind for a while, you knew. bubbling and boiling until you felt akin to a tumultuous volcano. it was only inevitable that you’d eventually spew them out, you thought. you were just lucky it was after hours in the daycare, when it was just you and him. alone and with a finite amount of time at your fingertips.
“i beg your pardon?” sun said at the same time something cracked in his grip.
you glanced at his hand to see a broken crayon gripped in it. he didn’t let it go, his wide eyes latched onto your form from where he’d been cleaning up the drawing tables.
you swallowed thickly, a heat encompassing your neck and ears. you looked away, suddenly shy and— something else. “…never mind. forget i said anything.”
“no, friend.” he finally opened his hand to drop the broken crayon into the plastic box he was holding. then he set it down on a table and strode up to your lingering form to grip at your upper arms. something gleamed in the flickering iridescence of his optics. “what did you say?”
it was more difficult now than before with how he was acting. something squirmed in your gut, but you couldn’t avoid him and his persistence, you knew this. your eyes flicked off to the side and it felt like you had to force the words out again. “…i love you.”
there was a moment where he just stared blankly at you. then his eyes crinkled sharply and he started to laugh.
it wasn’t a kind thing—loud and harsh and echoing around the daycare in a way that made it all the more jarring. he laughed and laughed and laughed, breathless somehow and with a shrillness that hurt your eardrums. made you feel so utterly nauseous.
you could only stand there, confused and a bit hurt. he had let go of your arms in his laughter, folding them across his stomach like you’d just told him the funniest fucking joke in the world. you burned with embarrassment.
the abruptness with which he stopped laughing made you nearly flinch—cut off so suddenly like it was a recording. wiping a fake tear from his eye, sun leaned over your figure with his gaze trained on your face.
“no you don’t,” was his frigid reply. and it was so unexpected after all of… that that you snapped your gaze back up to his faceplate in confusion and a tinge of fiery offense.
“what?” you snapped out. you were bubbling and boiling—but not in the same way as before.
“you don’t love me,” he repeated with all the intent of a colossal glacier moving down a river. his white pupil gaze turned half-lidded.
you were irate and you knew it showed. “you can’t just—”
“oh but i can!” he interrupted cheerily, reaching out with a hand to boop your nose. the lighthearted action juxtaposed heavily against the fire licking at your heart.
you made an angry noise. “it’s my feelings and i’m telling you i—”
“my dear!” sun exclaimed loudly over your voice to smother it. “look at me!” he gestured down at himself—all yellow and red and bells and stripes and metal metal metal. his voice was weighed down by tons of concrete and it felt like a stab to your chest. “you don’t love me. you don’t love this.”
then he gripped onto your arms once more, face strained in a wide smile bordering on manic desperation. you felt all the simmering rage dissipate in a snap—leaving you so utterly cold.
and when he spoke, it was like his words were held together only by a tight, fraying thread. “you can’t.”
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bamsara · 1 year
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i dont remember if i posted these or not oof
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vacantfields · 11 days
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When your bestie of all time gets to your shared crush first.......
LMAO KSJGHKS i just had a silly idea and wanted to sketch it so here it is... HELLO DCA COMMUNITY!!! HAVE MY OFFERING!!! (i have been here for months its fine)
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