#/ my beautiful boy

[middlearthxsun]

Lilith you siren… how could you do this to me?

[freyaphoria]

I want to destroy all the scissors in the world KQ DON'T TOUCH HIS HAIR

[mochi-marmalade]

Easy Lovers

a/n: i am having a field day with this man. writing him is a bit difficult but reading him is SO GOOD. might post a short continued blurb of this story if people like it :3

Sunday x reader

1k words

warnings: none

You walked into the parlor, seeing Dan Heng, Sunday, March, and Himeko seated at different spots throughout the car. March and Himeko seemed to be playing some sort of game, while Sunday read a book and Dan Heng examined something. You sat by Dan Heng asking him what he was doing, and gave a brief chuckle when he explained. Sunday couldn’t help but peek at you over the cover of his novel, feeling somewhat upset that you had chosen to sit with the Vidyadhara instead of him. He’d been experiencing some inner turmoil lately, not that the feeling was new to him, though the source was. Sunday had found himself anticipating your arrival more lately, paying more attention to you, and craving your presence. It hadn’t taken him long to realize, but he was thoroughly unhappy with the outcome. Sunday was an organized man- everything he did was planned and orderly, meticulous even. This, though? He had not planned for this, not even a little, and it irked him greatly. In some ways, you were the exact opposite. You were messy, spontaneous, and clumsy, but kind and thoughtful. You were perfectly imperfect. Something about the way you gave yourself so freely to others endeared you to him. You were honest, you baked for the express members regularly, you were so, so patient, even when Sunday was not. You had nothing but love in your heart. You loved giving, loved your friends, you loved the world. Sunday saw in you what he was not, and in that, he found something worth protecting. Maybe, he thought, he saw something worth loving.

Everyone remained in the parlor until it grew late, and they gradually retired to their rooms. You and Dan Heng remained along with Sunday, who felt ill as he saw the two of you laugh together. Eventually, you yawned and stretched your arms above your head. “You should sleep soon.” Dan Heng commented. 

“Yeah, I probably should. Goodnight, then, Dan Heng.” 

“Goodnight.”

The two of you left, and Sunday sighed, closing his book and making his way to his room shortly after. He changed into his pajamas and turned on a small lamp, filling the room with soft, warm light. He sat for a moment and ran a hand through his silver hair, mulling over his inability to engage with you. It seemed so easy for you to talk to him, like it felt natural. For Sunday, though, everything before the express had been a game. His conversations were calculated and had hidden meaning behind each of them. Now that he had the opportunity to speak freely, he felt like he didn’t know how. After a while, a timid knock at the door startled him out of his thoughts. He got up and slid the door open, revealing you, dressed in pajamas and clutching a small pillow. Sunday felt his mouth run dry, managing to choke out, “What are you doing here so late?” You shifted your weight absentmindedly while you murmured, “Couldn’t sleep.” He stepped to the side so you could enter and closed the door behind you. Sunday sat on the edge of his bed and gestured for you to do the same. The two of you sat in silence for a moment before he wondered aloud, “Anything bothering you?” You shook your head. “Just not feeling well.” He turned his head to examine you as you sat gazing downwards with the pillow held close. “I’m sorry to hear that.” He said, silently berating himself for not being able to answer more considerately. You shook your head, saying, “It’s fine. I just didn’t know where else to go.” He raised an eyebrow, heart speeding up at the thought that you might trust him enough to come to him before anyone else. Silence fell for a minute again as you fidgeted with the hem of your pajama shorts. Sunday spoke up again, “Bad dream?” You nodded and your grip on the pillow in your arms grew tighter. “You can always come here.” He said reassuringly. You peered up at him hesitantly, and he prayed that his lightly blushed cheeks wouldn’t betray him.

“Sunday,” You said quietly. “Thank you.” He furrowed his brow.

“What for?”

“For entertaining me. Even if it’s just for a bit.”

He offered you a relaxed smile. “It’s no problem at all. I enjoy your company.” You smiled widely, stating, “I enjoy your company too.” Sunday’s wings fluttered a bit at that, making you huff in amusement. Seemingly out of nowhere, you asked, “What do you do?”

He gave you a bemused look. “A lot of things, I suppose. I enjoy playing instruments and reading, among other things.”

“Will you play for me sometime?”

His expression changed to one of pleasant surprise. “Sure.” You decided to pry further, wondering, “What do you play?”

“Piano, violin… That’s pretty much it.”

“Still, that’s amazing. I couldn’t play an instrument to save my life.”

Sunday smiles, pondering what’s going on in that pretty head of yours. Like usual, your thoughts are all over the place. At this point, he thinks he’s pretty much figured out that you say anything that comes to mind and is appropriate for the situation. You looked out of the window into the dark space beyond, flecked with gleaming stars. Sunday took a moment to appreciate your dreamy gaze as you admired them. How he longed to tell you that you were his most radiant star…

“How long are you going to keep staring at me?”

Sunday’s eyes widened. How long did you know he was looking at you? 

“There’s a reflection in the glass, silly.” Right, he should have taken that into account. “Ah, well, I-I’m very sorry.” He choked out, his face flushed and wings threatening to cover his face. You turned to face him and, with a grin, said, “It’s no matter. I’m just glad you feel the same.” Sunday’s embarrassment turned to bewilderment. “...Feel the same?” He questioned. He had to be absolutely sure of what you meant before he said anything else. 

Your smile dropped. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Sunday. I thought you- we-”

He took your hand in both of his and, with a breath, he managed to confirm, “I have feelings for you.” The beaming smile returned to your face, and Sunday exhaled a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. You lifted your free hand up to gingerly push away one of the wings that hovered near his face. “Me too.”

Sunday took you in his arms- warm and comforting. You leaned into him, and for a moment, the world was Sunday. In that instant, you felt as if it was all you needed.

[novaiisk]

Getting back into the swing of things with a simple mountain ghoul design 🏔️

[loevhyuck]

[constantlyfalling]

My creature having the time of his life.

[bird-inacage]

Love Sea Episode 6 | Tongrak Gazing at Mut

[ahollowmelody]

[overtake]

Spa 2024

[ssaraexposs]

He's still a kid.

He's still A KID.

HE'S JUST A KID

[tsubomieee]

it's 7th July for me.

Momo's day Momo's day Momo's day !!

[ringostarrbignaturals]

can i come over and stare at you like this

[simon-pitch]

happy snow day!!! i hope he's safe and celebrating his day the way he deserves (with lots of sandwich) 🩷

[tabunierka]

HAPPY B-DAY CHIFUYU｡.:*♡

[captaincravatthecapricious]

I have had a vision.

[kawareo]

Okay, for the Tav banter ask, Can I request 20, 26 and 36? Sorry if that’s too many lol, Strike is just so interesting and I love hearing you talk about him

20. Can’t fit into a small hole

"I don't know if you're blind or trying to insult me, buddy." "Oh gods, do you think you're being funny? Poor thing." "Look again. Then look at me."

26. Party banter with Gale

"So, Gale. How was it, laying with a goddess? Magical?" "If you talk to me only because you would like a setup for a joke, I'm sure there are others who would appreciate it far more than me." "Ah, true, but what if you happen to be such a Mystra-y~" "... I refuse to dignify that with an answer, Strike.

35. How would your Tav/Durge greet a player character if they were a companion at low, neutral, high, or romanced approval?

Low: "Ah, our most esteemed leader!" "At your humblest service~" "Was just thinking about you, funny enough~" He's very friendly but in an obvious sarcastic way, the moment you turn away you can see his smile drop. Neutral: "Whatcha got this time, buddy?" "Hm? "Came for a chat?" Less interested but generally chill with you. High: "Ah, captain! What's the news?" "Anything you need, buddy?" "Was just thinking about you! What'd you have for me?" Genuinely enjoys your company, offers you a drink or you have the option to ask him for some. Romanced: "Yes?" (hastly) "Always a joy to see you wander my way, love." "Anything you'd need? Or just came for a chat?~" Little hearts in his eyes. Gets less forward and flirty, genuinely happy to see you, tries to impress you but also to not make it that obvious.