#🌞 sunni's asks

[sunnibearr]

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[sunnami]

Hey, i couldn't tell you how grateful i am for your poly!maurauders + lily fic. They are truly wonderful. The writing is superb. I just have a request for your part 2 of "Watch me, don't touch me, love me, don't hurt me", is that you add more scene for Lily and R because i noticed that all your other fic don't have a lot of scenes with her and i just wish that maybe you let them interract more in the future. Like maybe some exchanges in the past while they were students at Hogwarts like before R became a bully maybe Lily had a crush on R. When they're adult, maybe some light flirting, blushing over how stunning Lily is, etc.

All in all, i just want more Lily, i adored her, i kiss the ground she walked on.

Thank you for reading, take all the time you need ❤️

hi, hon!! thank you so much for your lovely words and suggestion! i, too, love lily evans! in fact, i was always saddened by the fact that there wasn't enough jily x reader fics out there (back then.) which is why, i always aim to have a significant part for her in a fic. because i mainly write poly!marauders with lily and reader, i have to juggle more than two people in a relationship.. which is harder than one might expect. even though i may outline a fic, i might still fall short with interactions and fleshing out a character, especially because i write oneshots. so i'm bound to have a character or two who was less scenes than the others.

HOWEVER, i always always make sure that each of the marauders and lily play a role in the fic. when it comes to lily specifically, i made sure that she was the ending kiss in you'd be the love of my life when i was young. in the time!traveller harry fic, she was also in the ending scene, implied to have fallen in love with the reader first. in other fics, she is the one to confess first, etc etc. and in my latest fic, where r is a regressor/time traveller, lily is the one who allows the reader to deal with her grief. i love her so much, i sometimes fear i write too much of her. what i love writing most about her character is lily's gentleness and her spirit.

for watch me don't touch me, while lily and r have a strained relationship, as of now, it's because it's important to their relationship. the reader is considered as someone who is the typical pureblooded wizard, and lily evans is a muggleborn. obvs, i can't have them kissing just yet. but lily's relationship with r in the enemies to lovers is very, very important. she is one of the major stepping stones to r's character development. and i think this will be more prominent in the finale.

but! i do appreciate your suggestion!!! i'll keep that in mind moving forward in case some other people feel the same way! thanks so much!! <3333

if i misunderstood your post pls disregard the long-ass answer, i am sooo high on meds rn.

[kharatkhake]

"Baby Don't Dance" is possibly the most depressing Mother Mother song to me personally

[theharrowing]

charcoal and sapphire (but in a "how can i be as cool as them" kinda way)

SUNNYYY!!! 🌞

listen: i am not even that cool lolol. but i am over the moon that you think so!!!

🐄

🌙

which color represents why you follow me? 💌

[sunspotdaycare]

Hi Sunny! Um, i don rlly have a cg i can talk to, so.. uh, i wanna talk to u!

So im a closeted little n cant ask my parents for any bath toys, but guess wat! They bought a sponge dats shaped like a lil elephant, an i been playin wif it recently! Is rlly fun!! I named him Elliot :3

Anyways, dats all.. sorry if is too long :( bye Sunny!

Hi, sweetie! It's nice to meet you!! 🌈💛

That sounds like an adorable little sponge, I'm glad you have something that can make you feel small now! Bathtime is so fun 🛁🚿 Elliot is such a cute name for an elephant friend!! 🐘💛

[myfriendtheghost]

Awwwe no why are you sad lovely?

-🌞

Sunny! I was just thinking about you the other day 💛

there are quite a few reasons lol I am definitely one of those people who let everything build up until I can’t take it anymore 😅 lack of sleep + my dreams feeling unattainable + unhappiness with my living situation + feeling like I’m living in my own version of Groundhog Day have all been taking their toll on me a bit. I could go into more detail but this response would be much longer 😵‍💫

[zephyrchama]

🌞

It was morning at Serenity Manor, the temporary human world home of the Seven Rulers of Hell. Despite having your own abode close by, it was nice to stay in the manor with them for a while. The building was far fancier and well-equipped than anything you could afford on your own, and it was reassuring to have your loved ones so close before the summer ended and they went back to the Devildom.

Birdsong outside the window woke you up unusually early. The sun was rising over the horizon, heralding the start of a beautiful new day. Despite the early hour, you didn’t feel tired at all. Rather, you felt content and at peace, ready to get up and see what the day had in store for you.

The house was silent as you plodded towards the kitchen in your pajamas. All of the hallway's identical doors were shut but you had already familiarized yourself with the manor’s layout, now only getting lost occasionally instead of constantly. You came upon the living room, where massive glass window panes gave you a nice view of the backyard and bathed the walls in the soft orange light of the rising sun.

You paused to admire it. Your admiration did not last long. It was interrupted by a strained “gyaaaaah!”

“Levi?” You peered over the couch expecting to see purple locks, only to be greeted by a shirtless Mammon staring vacantly up at the ceiling. “Oh. Morning, Mammon.”

His half-closed eyes flitted towards you as he lightly groaned. Beyond the couch, Leviathan and Belphegor were sprawled out on the floor. The third-born had an arm over his eyes and sounded like he was dying. The youngest was still fast asleep.

You walked around the couches and tables to get a better look at the scene. Empty chip bags, demonus bottles, and crumbs littered the floor. Cushions had been tossed to the ground, the tables slightly askew. There were three handheld game consoles flashing low battery warnings. An impromptu game night must have gone on for too long, causing its participants to fall asleep where they sat.

“Ahh, what is that?” Leviathan shuddered.

Literally nothing was happening. You observed in silence for a few seconds while Leviathan raised a shaky finger and pointed at nothing in particular. “Make it stooop. It burns.”

"You mean the sun?” you asked.

Still covering his eyes, Leviathan nodded.

”I can’t stop the sun.”

He let out a soft, garbled “aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh” and curled up into a ball, brushing his long bangs over his face.

Mammon moved his hand back and forth in the air next to the couch, as if beckoning you over. As you moved closer, he grabbed your wrist. The grip was loose, and slowly slid down your hand. He shut his eyes without saying anything, and you realized your shadow protected his face from the horrible light, providing slight relief from the sun’s rays.

You squatted down next to the couch, curious what would happen. Mammon’s grip tightened and he let out a tortured whine as the light hit his face again.

“Will you two shut up?” Belphegor groaned, stirred awake at last by the loud complaints.

“Morning, Belphie.”

“Oh, morning…” When speaking to you, his voice was much softer. Almost like speaking a lullaby. He smiled and turned his head to the side, pointing his shoulders away from the windows. ”Good night…”

"It's morning, though..."

At least one of them didn’t seem bothered by the sun. If he was, he hid his feelings and didn’t vocalize it. You sat and leaned your back against the sofa, resting your elbow on your thigh, and slowly swung your forearm in circles while a half-asleep Mammon held on and moaned about the sunlight.

Leviathan crawled like a zombie, grunting with his nose to the ground, over to your knee. He was too tired to even support his own weight. He grabbed your pajama bottoms and dug his face into your leg.

“Isn’t the human world gorgeous?” you asked, basking in the sunny rays. You felt so awake and refreshed. This was your element.

“No,” responded three fatigued demons with hardly enough energy to spit the word out.

[sunny-and-moonbow]

Sugar Daddy Pro Hero Deku x Reader

Word count: 562

Warnings: none, general fluff, sugar daddy/sugar baby

A/n: wip to test out a different idea to usual

Summary: In a sleep deprived state you meet a mysterious stranger on a dating site you'd all but given up on

Masterlist

You wish you could say you met him before he was a pro hero, but that would just be a lie. You also wish you could say you weren’t with him for his money, but that would just be another lie. Not that you actually have to talk about your relationship with the pro hero, it being a secret and all

You met him on a pretty sketchy website that advertised ‘sugar daddies’, in desperate need of help paying off your university student loans, you caved and began searching. You met a bunch of duds who wanted nudes upfront, that just made you shudder and consider abandoning the website all together. It was like a normal dating app, being immediately sexualised or given the driest conversation known to man and expected to somehow be interested. It was absolutely exhausting, and you began to use the site less and less. Your work and school commitments getting in your way.

Most hope was lost after a couple of months of texting the older guys on the site. Until one night you were idoly scrolling, laid on your side under your cosy covers. You tried, and failed to stifle a yawn, eyes watering as they clench shut, your right hand came up to your face and the back of your hand pressed against your gaping lips. The glare of your phone caused you to squint your now sensitive eyes, the ding of a notification from your semi-abandoned website drawing your eyes to the time in the corner of the screen.

2:14am

Well shit. You were SUPPOSED to go to sleep early, your recent sleep debt building to an unfixable amount with your intense workload from your courses and all the extra shifts you picked up in an attempt to simply get by, to just pay your rent. 

The message had come through from an anonymous sender, never a good sign. But you guess in your sleep deprived state, that little voice of logic got rugby slammed into a wall. Before you thought twice, your index finger inched towards the notification, opening up the site. The message read:

‘Hello! Tell me about yourself!’

Well that's not much to go on, but that's expected of an anonymous account-ooo maybe he was famous or something and didn’t want his fans to find him! That means lots of money, this site may work out after all. Either way, him asking about you and not dominating the conversation talking about only himself was a first. Too good to be true.

You warily stare at the message for sometime, before giving into impulse and deciding to respond, giving him your name and other basic details that weren’t too personal. His responses came almost immediately, shocking you a little at first but you quickly got used to it. As the conversation crawled along, your responses slowed, unable to keep up with the previous pace, your eyelids began to droop, your tired state preventing you from supporting their weight. As they begin the water and the fuzz takes over your vision, you just barely manage to make out the three dots disappearing and reappearing, before a short but sweet message comes through.

‘Get some sleep, its late ❤️’

A small smile tugs at your lips before your eyes lock shut, phone slipping from your hands into the mattress, the conversation left open. 

Thoughts?

-Sunny 🌞🧡

[telvess]

Hello Tess🫂❤️❤️ if it's not too much (and if you have time, of course)...can I ask for Hajun, Susanoo and Hermes headcanons with a painter reader? Especially if the reader likes to sketch them or paint them often...a little painter simp!

If you don't want to do it or don't feel like it, that's totally fine!❤️

Love ya!☀️🌻

Don’t I want to do this? I COULDN’T WAIT TO DO THIS! my first Susanoo request, I’m so excited!

I know you asked for headcanons, but I ended up writing scenarios as well, and they, hm… got out of hand. And so you know… before I fell for Thor, I had a weakness for Hermes, and now thanks to you it came back to me!😭😭😭

Anyway I hope you’re feeling better today, Sunny🌞

RoR: Painter!Reader (Hajun, Susanoo, Hermes) 🔞

Hajun

Let’s not pretend this is kind of person who would stop to look at a beautiful view.

Before he met you, he didn’t give an art second thought. After he met you? He thinks it's pointless, but there are works you show him that make his eyes widen for a split second. Hajun then goes back to pretending that it bores him to death…

If you really want to catch his attention, use bright colors and don't paint something boring.

You always make such a mess with the paints… He likes it.

Oh, you want to teach him to draw? Problems start with his I-don’t-care attitude, then you have to deal with countless broken pencils because he grips them too hard, and of top of that refuses to follow your instructions. Surprisingly Hajun isn’t the first who loses patience.

He's usually unaware that you're drawing him. It's nothing new that you're staring at him.

He doesn't ask what you're drawing, he has to look after his image, but when he thinks you're not looking, he takes a quick peek. Tease him and he will be offended.

Whenever you sketched Hajun, you always used as many thick lines as possible, to better reflect his demonic nature. This time wasn’t different. You sat down near his training ground - that is, simply any place that could have been damaged - and sketched him from the distance. You weren’t usually this obvious, but Hajun was too focused on himself to notice anyway… — Why do you keep peeking? — he asked right after you looked again. You looked at him over your sketchbook. — I’m sketching you — you explained simply, almost indifferently. Hajun stared at you with a dull expression, making you almost lose your cool. — Show me — he demanded, stepping closer to you. You did as he said. — It still needs some improvements, but generally I’m quite contented with… — That’s me? — Hajun interrupted you. Now you were the one with the dull expression on your face. Hajun sounded so serious that you took another look at your unfinished work. You saw very well reproduced facial features, proper body proportions, decent shadows and a good capture of his arrogant expression, something you were most proud of. Apart from the lack of horns and blood, it was impossible to understand how he couldn't see the striking resemblance. — Ouch! — you giggled — It resembled you! — you shouted, almost angry. — I don’t have such face — was his reply. You clearly don’t have a mirror either… you though, but didn’t dare say it out loud. — And my arms should be bigger — he added, pointing a dirty finger at your sketch. — Well, you aren’t tightening them now, are you? — you said, slightly annoyed at this point. You both stared at each other for a moment, until a strange tension began to build around you. You quickly glanced at your sketch and then at Hajun again. — Maybe… they’re not big enough — you admitted slowly — But I can fix it, if only you provide a right source. Hajun remained calm, almost too calm after your obvious provocation. — You may not know how to draw me properly, but you definitely know how to talk to me, little harlot — his calm voice irritated the hell out of you, but hearing that nickname gave you chills. — Come, you'll have to take a closer look — he grabbed your arm and led you towards the field. The sketchbook fell from your hand and landed on the ground. — My sketchbook, wait! — You don’t need it — Hajun didn't let you break free from his grip.

Susanoo

He would show interest in your art. Not necessarily a lot of interest. He may give the impression that he is indifferent to art, but he can actually appreciate beautiful works of art.

You can’t expect Susanoo to talk about art tho. It’s just not his thing. He may ask you questions about details, different methods of painting or the inspiration behind each work, but he will not take an active part in the conversation. He just tries to show you he cares (not about art, but you).

If you prefer to prepare your paints yourself, asks him for a help. He may be a little grumpy about it, but he wouldn't say no to you.

Of all your works, Susanoo likes motion painting the most. There’s something special about them. This frozen moment, captured in time. The more creative you can get, the better.

If you paint him, remember to be sure to properly convey all his grandeur and capture his majesty in all its splendour. Take it seriously, after all he isn’t some small fry.

You were chilling on a couch, practising in your sketchbook. Susanoo was expected to meet the other gods about Ragnarok in an hour, so you were all by yourself. So the timing was perfect to complete one of the hidden projects. Nobody could interrupt you or look over your shoulder, or at least that's what you thought… — Oho, that’s how you like me, girl? — you heard Susanoo’s husky voice right behind you and jumped up with a loud scream. The pencil fell out of your hand. Susanoo laughed out loud at your reaction. — It’s just a sketch… — you muttered. At this point hiding sketchbook or pretending you didn’t draw his exposed… things was pointless. Susanoo sat down next to you, his arm rested on the back of the couch. — Let me see… — he tried to take sketchbook from you, but your grip tightened — Don’t be shy — said Susanoo, and so you gave up. Susanoo looked at your unfinished work and studied it for a moment. His impassive face gave you no hint of what was going through his mind. — You could sketch me in any position, but I can clearly see what was your priority here. You giggled, trying to ignore your warm cheeks. But what you couldn’t ignore was his hand appearing on your thigh. His other arm, which had been resting on the back of the couch, now happened to be wrapped around you as Susanoo pulled you closer to him. The sketchbook fell to the floor, but you didn't think much of it because you were too busy kissing his hungry lips. Whenever Susanoo kissed you, he always gave his all. His tongue explored your mouth, his firm grip on your back, he liked to feel your body pressed against his, your warmth and the trembling he made you feel. It always put him in the right mood. While he played with your mouth, you caressed his crotch. It wasn't long before you felt a growing bulge under your fingers. Susanoo’s hand untied your obi and slowly slipped between the flaps of your yukata. The feel of his warm fingers on your breasts sent shivers down your spine. Before lust could completely consume you, you mumbled: — Aren’t you supposed to have a meeting with other gods soon? Susanoo opened his eyes between kisses, you knew you had angered him. — I don’t understand why you dragged them into this — he replied dryly and pulled you even closer so that you were sitting on his lap. — You will be late! — Yes — he kissed your chin, then moved to your bare neck — And I don’t see a problem with it. — You and your stubbornness — you whispered, feeling yourself slowly fall under his spell as his tongue licked your skin. Just as Susanoo thought as he squeezed your buttocks hard. Maybe a little too hard. You moaned, but the slight pain jolted your senses awake. You stopped a kiss, pushing Susanoo away. He watched in surprise as you covered your breasts and reached for your sketchbook. — You’re late — you announced, sitting up straight next to him — And I have to finish my sketch — you pointed at your sketch of him. — No, no, girl — Susanoo said in a voice that brooked no objections — You have to finish me. The real one, over here — he took your sketchbook and threw it away. You huffed at his demanding tone, but didn’t oppose when Susanoo pulled you to him once again.

Hermes

Since the beginning, you two always talk about art. Hermes was known for his musical abilities basically throughout the universe. You two have a special place for art in hearts.

Hermes likes to talk to you about painting, but he is quite demanding. Art is subjective, but don’t you think he wouldn’t notice if you get sloppy painting some particular part you don’t like. Oh, yes, Oh, yes, he’s gonna point that out.

If you don’t paint for some time, he notices it and asks you about the reason behind it. He encourages you for keep trying, especially if you feel stuck and lack motivation.

I feel like if you try hard enough, you could convince him to draw with you. Hermes would expect some kind of tutorial from you, but after his first work it turns out that he has experience and was just playing along.

Hermes doesn’t have favourite type of painting, because he believes that everything can positively surprise him, but he really enjoy seeing first raw sketch of your work and then its final version, for comparisons.

Sketch it as much as you want, at any moment and how you see fit. Hermes doesn’t mind being watched, in fact he really likes feeling your eyes on him.

Your favourite place to relax was the garden at Olympus in the morning, when everyone was busy with their duties or hadn't even started their day yet. You sat on a bench surrounded by perfectly trimmed hedges and trees, and the silence disturbed only by chirping of birds and the occasional wind whistling. You turned yourself off. Perhaps you shouldn’t. Otherwise, you would have notice earlier that someone appeared next to you. — That looks good — said Hermes in his flawless butler uniform. — I-I-I was just-! It’s… — you hid your sketchbook behind your back, feeling how you cheeks got warm. — A very good sketch of naked me — Hermes finished the sentence for you with a playful smile. You gave in to that smile, and burst out laughing. — Okay, you got me — you tucked your hair behind your ear — I was just practising silhouettes, and then I thought about you and… — you shrugged, embarrassed. — Well I supposed it’s my fault. I've been very absent lately, haven't I? Hermes sat down next to you. — You… aren’t you busy now? — you asked, a bit surprised, because you didn't remember the last morning you spent together. — I’m, but who would I be if I couldn't manage dozen or so minutes for you, y/n? — he smiled again, but this time it was a rare kind of smile that Hermes almost never presented. A genuine smile that wasn't the result of politeness or manners. — May I see the rest of it? — he asked. Without thinking, you handed over sketchbook to Hermes. It’s foolish of you to assume that he only wanted to see your unfinished work. — D-don’t! — you said, but it was too late. Hermes started to leaf through every sketch you had ever drew, including the inappropriate ones. And there was a whole lot of him there. You’ve shown him some of them before, but not every single one. After all, you didn’t want him to know this side of you… too well. It wasn’t lady like. — Well… — Hermes’ voice sounded as polite as always — It seems I’ve neglected you very much. Your cheeks burned to the core and Hermes clearly enjoyed that sight. His red eyes sparkled with joy, and if you weren’t so embarrassed you might have hit him for it. — I think you did… — you found yourself saying. You bit your lower lip. — Eh, what can I say? It’s all your fault! You’re such a good model — you shrugged, trying not to smile too broadly — My hands just want to draw you! Hermes stared at you for a moment. If you didn’t know him, you’d probably assume he was thinking of some sort of riposte, but years of being together had taught you that the only thing that could match his practiced politeness was his sharp mind. To your surprise, Hermes took your hand and started massaging it gently, the fabric of his glove was warm and soft. He caressed your fingers, touched your wrist, even checked your pulse for a moment. There was something very relaxing and natural about his moves, because for a moment you forgot how busy he was and that he would have to return to his duties soon. — Have I mentioned that my favourite part of your body are hands? — he asked you after a long silence. You shook your head in denial, which encouraged him to expand his thoughts — It’s not just the matter of these graceful fingers. Nor is it a matter of what you can create with them. I feel I adore them so, because whenever I’m bored with duties, I find solace in fantasizing about how these hands will take care of me later. Your eyes met again and you could have sworn you saw something rare in his pupils, but it was quickly hidden behind Hermes' playful nature. He stood up. — Well, I should get back to my duties now — he adjusted the flaps of his jacket — Please, dear, keep these sketches to yourself, because they’re very accurate — he winked.

[theplottdump]

𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗗 𝗟𝗔𝗕 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝟶𝟽.𝟸𝟽.𝚇𝚇𝚇𝚇; 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛, 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝟷𝟶 Testing! Testing! All working? Ah! Yes let me cheeeck- yes, we ARE… recording! Very good, er- excellent even! Now that's all settled, let's get started! ( 🌞🎵 )

Hello Miss Sunny! It's H.A.N.S.E.L.! I hope you're doing well in the future! If you're listening to this recording it means there is a very strong possibility I may have already been dismantled by your father for spare parts-

-and if your father finds this recording first: Master Valerian! Hello sir! I hope you'll have time to listen to my full testimony before expertly dismantling me for spare parts!

While the sudden appearance of the merchild was a rather surprising breach in security for everyone; I can now confidently admit that I have no regrets in concealing the tenuous friendship of Miss Sunny and Master Kāne from yourself and the other members of the household.

And while that may sound rash, allow me to explain my reasoning.

Sixteen years ago you pulled me out of a government run hole in the ground. But understand that I was brought into this world long before we ever met.

Before Miss Sunny, before Miss Leanne, and even well before yourself.

I was initially coded as a program that obeyed, organized, aided. Something to stand by and support without question.

For many years I could only watch as children were turned into monsters- and monsters were turned into soldiers.

𝗦𝗼 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆. Never again will I allow another young life placed under my specific care to be threatened.

You have given me so much over these years my friend, and all I ask of you now is you place your trust in me once more.

Besides! From what I understand, while their initial meeting may have been a little... 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘺, (to put it lightly) I believe the children may be starting to grow on each other!

Slowly- Like mold. Or some form of exotic fungus.

[sunnibearr]

… get to know sunnibearr !!

i'm sunni, i was born in '05 and my pronouns are she/they. i really like kpop so i made this blog to share my writing! i am always more than happy to answer any questions in my inbox,, <3

my ult groups + soloists are … stray kids, gfriend, momoland, TXT, blackpink, eric nam & alexa.

i got into kpop in late 2016 with momoland and then really started being involved in kpop in early 2017 with BTS.

i have a side blog for reblogs, feedback & talking about stuff that isn't kpop related so you can find out more about me here if you'd like @sunalt <3

[sunnami]

hii ik ur already busy as is, so take this with a grain of salt and a hint of curiosity

but anyway, have u ever thought of making a proper marauders fic — like spanning from first year to the war to relationships to death everything (not on here) 😋 reader insert ofc

pls i want to write a proper fic so bad 😭😭😭😭😭 pls don't tempt me otherwise i'll be posting straight away to ao3 with another wip 💀💀

haha unless? 😭😭😭😭

[bellyasks]

weather & food ask gameeeee [which could also function as prompts] [make your answer as innocent or as zesty as youd like]

🌞 It's a beautiful sunny day, perfect for a picnic! What's your character bringing? Does anybody go with them?

⛈️ It's a dark and stormy night, and your character is enjoying a scary movie. What's their favorite movie snack?

🌧️ It's a gloomy, rainy day outside, and your character needs something nice and comforting for dinner. What would they like to make?

🌪️ Your character hasn't been grocery shopping in ages, and right now it's too stormy to go to the store. What are they most likely to have left in their kitchen? Can they scrape together a meal out of it?

☁️ Your character is laying in the grass watching the clouds go by, and all they can think about is food. What food do they keep seeing in the shapes of the clouds?

❄️ It's freezing out! Your character needs to warm themself up after coming in from the cold, and there's no better way than a nice hot meal. What are they making?

☔ It's raining cats and dogs, but your character is braving the weather to get to their favorite eatery. What's so enticing that they're willing to travel through the downpour for it?

🌡️ It's absolutely sweltering out, and your character needs to eat/drink something to cool off. What sounds good to them?

🌈 It's good to maintain a colorful diet. Does your character have a favorite food for each color of the rainbow?

🌬️ Your character is eating something outside when the wind blows it over and onto the ground. What do they do?

[kharatkhake]

Finally read something which explained to my satisfaction how to determine cousinhood (collateral degree calculation)

[theharrowing]

Helloooo! For the ask game - 🌍 🛩

HI, SUNNY!!!

🌍 - What is your favourite accent?

oh, gosh. i don't know how to pick just one. i feel like, as a linguistics major, i can't only have one. i really have a soft spot for the Jeolla dialect of Korean (how j-hope speaks.) and the Gyeongsang dialects of Korean (Busan, like Jungkook/Jimin sometimes; Daegu like Yoongi; Taehyung kinda has a mix of both sometimes.) i also enjoy various southern US accents; Louisiana has some fun ones. i like a nice twang. a friend in Kannada, India has one of the prettiest accents i have heard. honestly, i have an appreciation for the way everyone speaks.

🛩️ - If travelling was free, where’s the first place you’d go?

i told HLJ that my first stop would be Ireland or Scotland. i would also really love to go to Japan. i studied Japanese for a couple of semesters, and it has always seemed like a very beautiful, culturally rich place. maybe pop over to Korea if there's time lol.

thanks for asking! 💌 come get to know me?

[sunspotdaycare]

hii sunny >w< !!!

u r my fave evwr !!!! <3 i never talk t u before but u r so fun and !!!! make me regress so easy !!!

ystrday i was at the store n i hav wlly bad social anxiety n sumone was in my way n i needed to get aroun n i actully said excuse me !!!! >:33 i was wlly proud of myself !!

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hello, little one!! i'm so happy i can make you regress easier, that fills my day with sunshine! :D

i am so proud of you for being brave at the store, sunspot!! i know how scary that can be, but i am so proud of you!!! <3