#A Cup of Sun

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I did not hear the words you said. Instead, I heard the love.

Joan Walsh Anglund, A Cup of Sun

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How easy the breath that kills a flame, How hard to kindle that light again. Cold words kill and kind words kindle, By words withheld a dream may dwindle.

— Joan Walsh Anglund, from "Cold Words" in "A Cup of Sun" (Harcourt Brace & World, 1967) (via @djgreer)

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I saw this image while practicing drawing monkeys the other day and now with MK getting babyifyed all I can think of is him clinging onto Wukong or Macaque like this LOL

Couldn’t decide who he would cling to until I had a vision.

Shadowpeach Bio Parent AU (PREV / FIRST / NEXT )

Speedpaint under the cut

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Ten of Cups and The Sun

Everything is beautiful, and nothing hurts.

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and you will continue to live.

you must.

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Who do you like more ⸺ me or Lumiere? ⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹

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One Winter Night

❄️❄️Midnight's DCA December Day 8❄️❄️

I will catch up with these, I WILL CATCH UP WITH THESE I SWEAR-

sigh, sorry y'all secret santa has me in a chokehold bc I want to make sure I finish both on time, going to work on getting caught up asap though! Hope you enjoy ^-^

Prompt: Um... Maybe a meet cute as a request? 👉👈 Adult reader is out at a freshly snow-covered playground/park leaning on a railing that overlooks the city below or out at a lake and then city; and it can be either faintly snowing or a clear somewhat chilly night. It's around midnight or getting close to it when the DCA (be it single bodied or the canon duo/trio in separate bodies) find Reader on their way home after their own little excursion (maybe from a party or late night groceries/gift shopping or even just getting off late from work) and go check on them. Have a little chat about life, where the DCA were at, why Reader is there alone, a bit of nostalgia feel, and perhaps have it develope into exchanging numbers or Reader being invited over or silly snow filled shenanigans (like a game of chase, snow angels, swinging and jumping into a pile of snow, maybe even a snowball fight) around the playground/park started by one accidentally getting snow on the other. Or even a mix of all three suggestions if it tickles your fancy Could be strangers meeting each other for the first time or childhood friends meeting once again after years a part from being on separate paths I hope this is an okay request, was trying to be a little specific but also vague enough to create easier 😅

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The chill of the night burns against your cheeks and nose, but not in an entirely unpleasant manner. After all, you were choosing to be out here at this time of night. You found peace in it, the quiet that fell over the city after a fresh snow, something of a comfort against the never-ending hustle and bustle of your day to day. 

The night sky is clouded, snow falling gently in comparison to the storm that originally covered the landscape. You adjust your gloved grip on the railing, overlooking the water to the rest of the city across the way, the lights just a little dimmer tonight than usual. It's as if the city is actually sleeping, calmed by the winter weather. 

There's a silence to the air that one can only experience after everyone else has gone to bed, leaving only a select few to revel in it. You included, very much so. 

One would think with the amount of loneliness in your life, you wouldn't be seeking out more of it. They'd be wrong. There was a difference in being alone versus lonely, and in that particular moment, it was the former and not the latter you were feeling. 

The peace is disturbed by the sound of laughter down the street and turning slightly you recognize the origin as your neighbors. Or well, you live in the same building, but don't interact much besides a passing hello or nod. 

Animatronics, the two of them. Not uncommon in this day and age anymore. You'd never caught their names, but you had a pretty good guess based on their celestial appearances. 

One of them, Sun, you believe, must have caught you staring, as he raises his hand in greeting from across the street. 

Slightly embarrassed, you raise your hand back, hoping that'll be the end of the interaction. You're not great at making friends. Or small talk. 

To your—slight—horror, he says something to his companion, and they both start making their way over to you. 

"Good evening, friend!" The sunny one calls as they approach. "Why're you out so late on a night like this?"

The moon juts in. "What he means to say is, this weather is awfully cold for a human."

"Ah, yeah. It is. I um,"—you can't tell them that you're doing this to escape the crippling feeling of being alone during the holidays—"I enjoy it. You're um, the neighbors across from me, right?"

"That's us! Sun,"—the yellow bot gestures to himself—"And Moon." He points to the other animatronic, who nods.

You nod, sharing your name. "And what about you two? Why're you out so late yourselves?"

"Holiday party."

Sun holds up some bags. "Then gift shopping!"

"Oh! How fun." You nod, turning back to watch over the water.

"And what about you friend?"

You turn slightly. "What about me?"

"Any fun events coming up?" Sun leans forward, unintentionally breaking your bubble. But you let it slide because well, you're not sure. 

"Oh, um, not really, no." You chuckle, eyes flicking to the side. 

Sun gasps, but not in a mocking way, more in genuine surprise, and upset. "What? Don't tell me your friends aren't doing anything fun! It's the holidays! Why I outta-"

Moon puts his hand on his counterpart's shoulder, but that doesn't stop his muttered grumbling. 

It makes you giggle, but your inner sadness drips through, and unfortunately doesn't go unnoticed, with both animatronics tilting their heads at you, slight concern in their stares. 

It's a bit too much for you, especially from two people who are practically strangers to you. 

You bite your lip, feeling a little pathetic in that moment, but lying isn't your style. Not to mention, you feel for some reason inclined to share with these two, even if you are a bit embarrassed. 

"To be honest, I don't, have too many friends. None that I'm close enough for that kind of thing. So I just kind of do my own thing for the holidays and it works out, alright, I guess." You realize yourself, you didn't mean to share that much. You try to save the conversation. "Which, is okay! I'm not super great with people anyway. Haven't been for um, awhile." That did not save the conversation, that did not save the conversation-

Laughter, clear against the chill of the night erupts from Sun. You're surprised, and peeking briefly at Moon you note his own confusion. 

Sun stops after a moment, looking to you, rays spinning. "Well, we'll just have to fix that, won't we?"

Before you can say anything, he's off, darting over to the playground, calling back at the two of you to join him. 

You feel a smile quirk your lips then, and with nothing better to do, decide to follow. Moon falls in stride with you. 

"We're not bothering you, are we?" He asks as you go. 

You put your hands up. "Oh no, not at all. Besides he's got me curious now as to what—"

Your answer is just short by a snowball to your chest. You blink, and scanning find the source peeking around the corner a part of the playset. Moon snickers, but is soon pelted himself, causing him to grumble and you to laugh outright. He whips to you, and you cover your mouth to hide your giggles, but it doesn't help much. 

He starts to chuckle then, bending slightly to scoop snow off the ground. You start to shake your head. "Wait, wait that's not fair. Hold on—"

From there, it becomes an all-out war. No one is safe, especially not you. At times, you team up with either of the two. Sun dragging you with him to hide in part of the play structure, bodies close as you try to contain your snickering while Moon stands confused down below. Moon instead chooses to use you as a shield and less of a partner in crime, which, as Sun states is "Cheating!". 

But there's something in those moments, something that sparks a feeling in you that you haven't felt in a while, and not just in relation to your loneliness that's been eating at you for, a bit now, to put it lightly. 

There's a feeling in your chest that reminds you of being a kid again, running around on the playground, filled with an adrenaline you can only get from something like a snowball fight. And mixing with these stirrings in your chest while being around these two, well, you're more than warm enough for several reasons. 

Maybe it's the heat of your breath against the warmth of sun's chest as he holds you close with one arm. Maybe it's how Moon shoots you a grin everyone now and then when you catch each other's gaze. Maybe it's the squeeze they each give your hand that holds something you can't quite recognize as friendly, but anything more would be silly in your mind. Things like this can't happen in the span of an hour, and you'd be foolish to think otherwise. 

Right?

But when you trip and fall back into a pile of snow, dragging Moon down with you, and your eyes meet, your heart flutters in a way you don't know it ever has. 

It's only interrupted by Sun coming over, worry evident in his expression. He starts to help Moon up, only to be tricked, nearly trading places with the bot, but ends up on top of you instead. 

It shocks you both, eyes wide as you stare at each other. 

What makes matters worse is the way Sun's rays flick, eyes softening with a quiet. "Hi, friend."

There's something about it that makes your pulse quicken, heart pounding in your ears as you swallow. "Hi."

He seems to realize himself. "Come here often?" He tries to joke. 

"Not really, no." You breathe. 

A chuckle. "Pity. You should."

Your face is suddenly splattered with the remains of a snowball, which primarily hit the back of Sun's head. His expression sours, and when Moon starts to snicker is when the war begins again, Sun's hand tightly gripping your own as you follow his lead with your revenge.

When you become thoroughly cold is when you have to call it, but they don't seem to mind. In fact, to your surprise, they ask to exchange numbers, and you try to not be so eager to agree. You assume that'll be the end of it, but they invite you inside their home before you can get your keys inside your door. 

"It's the least we can do."

"We may have gotten a little carried away..." Sun's rays shrink, then perk up again. "But we have coco! And snacks!"

You laugh at their sudden shared bashfulness, and nod. "You're alright. That does sound lovely."

The inside of their apartment isn't to unsimilar from your own, you're not quite sure what you expected though. It's definitely much more festive than your place, warm lighting, many decorations, a tree decorated to the nines. 

It's not until you're bundled up in a blanket, borrowing a spare shirt and pants from the two—your clothes were totally soaked, they insisted—hot coco in hand as you chat and wrap gifts with Sun, that it hits you how nice this all is. There's music playing throughout the space, Moon is in the kitchen making something that smells amazing, and you feel just right at home. 

It, alarms you, for a moment. Just a few hours ago, you knew nothing about either of them, and yet here you are, feeling as if you've known them forever. You're talking about things you haven't shared with anyone, parts of your life you'd near forgotten about due to the lack of connection. And the thing is, it's not just you, both animatronics spill as many stories to you, about what they did before moving in, their friends, it all just flows in a way that shouldn't be possible. 

And yet. 

"Something the matter, Sunshine?"

You glance up, and Sun nods to the half wrapped present below you. "Are you tired? You don't have to stay any longer if you don't want to. Your clothes should be done by now."

His words are kind, but there's a melancholy that hits your core, because of how similarly it matches your own. 

"No!" You shake your head, taking a breath. "Sorry, no I'm, I'm more than alright, really."

Moon joins you finally, setting down a plate with really good looking food beside you on the coffee table, how did he even have time to make all that?

"Are you sure?" He asks. "I can always bag this up for you, if you'd prefer. We don't want to burden you any. You've entertained us more than enough."

Again, you shake your head. "No, it's not that at all. I just, if anything I,"—there's a tightening in your throat, come on, don't blow this, why do you feel like crying—"I don't understand why you're both being so nice to me. You have no reason to. I can't make sense of it." Your hands grip your head then. "And I just, I've never felt this way about anyone before and I feel like I'm going crazy and now I'm rambling, I'm sorry—"

You cut yourself off when a hand goes under your chin, tilting your head back to the night-themed bot on the couch behind you. And the breath leaves your lungs when he presses his smile to your lips for just a moment. 

Sun grumbles from across from you. "No fair! You're not even the one who had a crush."

"I do now." Moon answers, then focuses back on you. "If they don't mind, that is."

Your face burns. "I, well I um—" You stop, sitting upright again to look over to Sun. "Crush?"

"Oh big time. If you had any idea how thrilled he was to see you out and about earlier—" He's interrupt by Sun shushing him instantly, and the bickering that ensues between them makes you giggle. 

"You really mean that?" You ask once they settle down. 

Both nod. 

Sun puts his head in his hand. "I did have a crush, but, after spending the night with you I think it may have gotten worse. I'm sorry if you believe you were led here under false intentions, but we truly did mean nothing but the best."

"He's not really sorry he's just trying to gain sympathy." Moon mutters beside you. 

"I am!"

You laugh again. "It's okay, I don't mind."

And as the mood shifts again, somehow even warmer than before, you find that really don't. Whatever this is, even if it's only for tonight, only for this brief moment in your life, it doesn't matter. You'll treasure it all the same. 

But something about the way Sun laughs, and how Moon's hand rests on your shoulder tells you this won't be the end and is in fact, just merely the beginning. 

And you're more than content with that.

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This was fun, a lil angsty, but fun! I hope you enjoyed @zoranight16 and thank you so much for the request! Loved the vibes of it, tried to capture the feelings as best I could bc I love this kind of thing ^_^

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Felt like drawing them as shadowpeach 😔

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Six of Cups. Art by Ambi Sun, from 78 Tarot Nautical: The New Wave.

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The parallels between the Thunder siblings and the Tsugikuni twins run deep. Starting with Kaigaku and Michikatsu's memories, it's evident that there is no strict rule about demons retaining their memories after transformation. I believe it mainly concerns their corruption. When demons' memories are taken away, a fundamental part of them is erased, which makes it easier for Muzan to reshape their relationships and identities to serve him. In the case of these two, remembering is essential; Muzan needs them to hold onto their worst qualities and instincts. Hatred and jealousy are powerful, binding emotions that drive both of them. Muzan's strategy is to keep them as their worst versions, which is why I believe these two kept their memories despite being transformed. this similarity is also the undeniable reason why Kokushibo was Kaigaku's path into demonhood.

As for the other two, aside from Tanjiro, I think Zenitsu is the closest to Yoriichi among the Kamaboko squad. They’re both really hard on themselves. Even though they’re clearly talented, strong, and heroic, they can’t seem to accept it. Zenitsu sees himself as a coward who doesn’t amount to much, while Yoriichi feels like a failure. But both have a lot of kindness, bravery, and care for others.

Both also fight their turned demon siblings, and the saddest part is that they both "die" when they "kill" their brothers. Yoriichi's heart stops at that moment, and Zenitsu falls to his death without trying to stop himself, and almost crosses to the other side. It's as if the act itself was so painful. They understood they had to end their siblings' lives, but despite any anger, disappointment, or pity they felt, there was no triumph in their actions, only heartbreak.