#OMG HI SOLAR

[kandidandi]

Slides in so fucking smoothly with my squeaky sneakers

Hello I am seen subcstcer sun be fire and I am seeing lots of recent asks about he an moon but I have?? Not see him??

Show please I'm shaking in anticipation dearliset sweet kandoi I want to see crystal mooi 👁️👁️🍒

ALSO HOW ARE YOU are you eatide anough doup?? Xribkh doog wate?er? Sleepie goos??? Hug hfuug hope you're okay 🥳🫀🫀🫀💥🍒🫀🍒💥🍒🫀💥💥💕💥💕🫀💕🫀💞🫀🫀🫀🫀💞🫀🫀💥🫀🫀🫀😦📢

OMG HI HI HI!!!!! i have been eating and drinking oh my god you slept a long time go eat some fruit or soemthign

so far these are the only images of mooncatcher moon cuz i dont draw him as much as sun muhahaha

[tsunosagun]

i flew too high, please catch my fall

[localcircussheep]

more solar opposites doodles waves my fingers around in the air like I'm casting a spell

[sga-owns-my-soul]

actually it's really offensive that i can't give rodney mckay a god complex

[kaidabakugou]

-12k gems later and 20 free pulls… HE’S HOME!

[s0lar-ch3ri]

my non jrwi friend on "are you a jay kisser or chip kisser?"

okay so my silly lil friend (@red-might-be-dead) made a tumblr post on chip and jay kissers (post can be found right here) and being curious i asked my non jrwi friend (@arcadianxanadus)

his response?

"i am a GILLION kisser. actually no, a hugger, im too aroace for kissing. since when you look directly at gillion he's 5''10 meaning i could simply bury my face in his tits, aka a great hug. and when you don't look directly at him he's like 5''1 meaning we're like the same-ish height so hugs are easier and more comfortable to achieve aka a great hug. in conclusion gillion best boy." (well, not the best boy part, but as he has hijacked this post, what he says happened happened)

and when he(more accurately I bc i have stolen cheri's computer) was asked if he would prefer to hug either jay or chip, if he had to choose his answer? "jay. bc again, titties." (note from @arcadianxanadus: tis not intended in a sexual way, as said before, im aroace, to me sex is only used as an inspiration to accentuate clothing/dresses that i design(i will only share the designs if you ask politely and offer digital glitter))

[solarwhisper]

SEVENTY SIDE BLOGS???

Lots of OC inspo blogs haha. And a handful of fandom-specific fanart collection blogs!!

Then some misc. stuff like reblogging/collecting color swatches, collecting tumblr themes I might be interested in, collecting art tutorials, and a personal sideblog dedicated to screenshotting background characters in anime I watch because I think generic nameless npc characters are EXTREMELY fun to see, especially when low-quality OR recurring across episodes

Really they're all just to keep interests separate and organized so I don't spam my main account or lose things in my endless sea of likes

[candlewaxandp0lar0ids]

alright so the jury's out and the theme's going to be jealousy, i've started working on i.n's one shot. I do have a second question for the project, would you rather i write sunshine!felix (friends to lovers, basically just,,, felix) or bad boy!felix (inspired by maxident trailer!felix bc he's been living in my mind rent free since it came out, also friends to lovers, kinda, but very different vibes)

[solcarow]

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[error-dark]

Reblogging this BECAUSE IT'S FUCKING CANON NOW!!! Don't ask me how I predicted this cause I have no idea lmao!

Made this at 6am. Thought it'd be super funny if this actually happens in the lore at some point.

[coryndoll]

content: rafe cameron x reader, fluff, angst, heavy inspo if not me shamefully imitating stefan & elenas scenes i fear LMFAO, secret relationship, past & future, time skip

authors note: guys omg my finals week is over n i get a month n a half break BLESS. but i still dont know if ill be totally active like i used to be. ill update u guys if that ever changes !!

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your relationship with rafe had always been easy, natural in a way that almost felt inevitable. you’d known each other for years, if not all your life, your families orbiting each other like planets in the same solar system.

your parents met his dad in college, you think. all you knew was that every holiday, every long weekend, every summer, the camerons were there. sarah and wheezie were like sisters to you, and rafe . . . well, rafe had always been different.

you’d grown up side by side, bickering and teasing like it was second nature, but somewhere along the way, the dynamic shifted. you weren’t sure when it happened, only that it felt right. a few months ago, he kissed you for the first time, and it was like something clicked into place. since then, everything had been smooth sailing—well, as smooth as things could be when you were secretly dating your best friend.

you’d both decided to keep it quiet, at least for now. your families were too close, too intertwined, and the thought of all the questions, the teasing, the pressure . . . it was easier this way. for now, it was just yours, something special you didn’t have to share.

tonight was no different from the dozens of christmases before. your parents were hosting, the camerons were invited, and everything was perfectly predictable. your dad was in the dining room with ward and rose, sharing some expensive whiskey that probably had a story behind it. sarah was in the kitchen helping your mom, wheezie trailing behind her like a shadow. you and rafe were in the living room, curled up on the couch by the fire, a blanket draped over your lap.

your head rested on his shoulder, the soft glow of the fireplace making the whole scene feel oddly intimate. rafe’s hand was hidden under the blanket, his fingers lightly resting on your thigh. it wasn’t obvious—he wasn’t obvious—but it was enough to make your heart race. you pulled the blanket tighter around you, leaning into him as the sound of the tv filled the room.

“sarah asked me about you,” rafe said suddenly, his voice low enough that only you could hear.

you lifted your head, intrigued, your fingers idly playing with his under the blanket. “oh yeah?” you murmured, a faint smile tugging at your lips.

“yeah.” he glanced down at your intertwined hands, then back at you. “she asked if we were together.”

you snorted softly, amused. “and what’d you say?”

“what do you think i said?” he asked, raising a brow.

you just shook your head, letting the silence hang for a moment. then, rafe gave you a look, one that made your stomach flip in a way you’d never admit. “we should start a fight,” he said, completely deadpan.

you blinked at him, pulling your head back to study his face. “what?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

he shrugged, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “might throw sarah off our scent.”

“you’re so stupid,” you muttered, shaking your head, but there was no bite to it.

“i’m serious,” he said, leaning back against the couch. “we get into some dumb argument, everyone’s gonna think we’re just . . . you know, being us.”

“but it’s christmas,” you said. “we’re supposed to be in the christmas spirit, not the . . . i don’t know. hateful one.”

“fine, fine. not hateful,” he conceded, tilting his head slightly. “okay, what about this—” you watched him, waiting, your fingers still tangled with his. “—when i say, ‘you always have to get the last word, don’t you?’ what i’ll really mean is, i love you.”

you stared at him, a smile creeping onto your face despite yourself. he was so stupid. so him.

“okay,” you said slowly, your voice soft. “then when i say, ‘only because you never know when to stop talking,’ that’ll mean i love you back.”

rafe squinted at you, his lips twitching into a smirk. “oh, i don’t know when to stop talking?”

you nodded, a playful glint in your eyes. “yeah.”

“yeah?” he echoed, leaning in closer.

“yeah,” you murmured, your voice barely audible now.

before you could say anything else, his lips were on yours, soft but firm, shutting you up in the most effective way possible. it was quick, but it was enough to leave you breathless, your heart pounding as he pulled back, a smug smile on his face.

now the dining room buzzed with the usual holiday energy—silverware clinking against plates, the hum of casual conversation, and the faint scent of rosemary and cinnamon wafting in from the kitchen.

your dad was deep in conversation with ward, their low voices occasionally punctuated by laughter as they sipped their whiskey. rose stood nearby, her forced-polite smile unwavering as she chimed in here and there, while wheezie flitted around, setting plates at each spot on the long, polished table.

you lingered near the head of the table, your fingers brushing the back of one of the chairs as you debated where to sit. rafe stood just a step behind you, his presence unmistakable even without looking.

sarah appeared in the doorway, carefully balancing a steaming casserole dish in her hands, her gaze scanning the room before landing on the table. rafe must have noticed her at the same time because, without warning, his shoulder bumped into yours—not hard, but enough to make you stumble a step forward.

“move,” he muttered, his tone sharp enough to catch your attention.

you blinked, caught off guard, before turning to him with a raised brow. there was amusement in his eyes this time, but his expression remained serious. you knew exactly what he was doing.

“excuse me?” you shot back, your voice dripping with mock irritation as you planted your feet firmly where you stood.

“you’re in my way,” he said, gesturing toward the chair you were closest to as if you were blocking his path.

“i’m in your way?” you retorted, crossing your arms over your chest. “you’re the one taking up half the room with your oversized ego.”

his lips twitched, but he kept his composure. “and you’re taking up the other half with your big mouth.”

he did not.

you stared at him, fighting every urge to laugh. your lips twitched as you bit down on the inside of your cheek, trying to keep it together.

for a second, you thought he might crack. his lips pressed together, his shoulders stiffened, but he stayed in character, his determination to fool sarah unshakable.

meanwhile, the room carried on as if nothing was happening. your parents barely spared you a glance, too engrossed in their conversations. it was clear they were used to your bickering—it was just background noise to them at this point.

but sarah wasn’t as quick to dismiss it. she paused mid-step, her eyes flicking between the two of you as she set the dish down on the table. her brows furrowed slightly, and you could feel her studying you, trying to piece something together.

you didn’t miss a beat. “you always have to make everything about you, don’t you?” you said, stepping aside just enough to let him pass but not without bumping his arm in the process.

rafe moved into the space you’d left, pulling out a chair with an exaggerated huff. “you always have to get the last word, don’t you?”

i love you.

your gaze narrowed, and a small, knowing smile tugged at your lips. “only because you never know when to stop talking,” you replied, your tone quieter now but no less pointed.

i love you back.

the corners of his mouth twitched into a smirk, but he didn’t respond. instead, he sank into his seat, leaning back with an air of triumph.

you moved to the opposite side of the table, pulling out the chair directly across from him. sarah, still watching, shot rafe a glare. “you’re such a jerk,” she muttered under her breath before disappearing back into the kitchen.

the second she was gone, your eyes flicked back to rafe. he was already looking at you, his smirk softening into something more playful. he winked, the gesture quick and subtle, and you had to bite down on your bottom lip to keep from smiling.

you and rafe had navigated the evening like it was your own secret game, your relationship hidden in plain sight.

now, just a year later at the same christmas dinner, the only thing hidden is the sharp ache that settles in your chest whenever you catch sight of him.

the breakup isn’t totally fresh—weeks and weeks have passed, long enough for the initial sting to fade into something duller, quieter. still, the weight of it lingers, like the ghost of a bruise. you tell yourself you’re over it, over him, that whatever you’d felt has burned out long before the end. but being here, in the same room, breathing the same air, makes it harder to convince yourself of that.

you sit through dinner with practiced ease, smiling at the right moments, laughing when it feels appropriate. rafe, seated across the table, seems to be doing the same. his face is unreadable, his attention focused on his plate or the conversations around him, but you can feel his presence like a steady hum beneath your skin.

after the plates are cleared and the wine glasses refilled, you slip outside. you sit on the front step of the porch, knees pulled to your chest, arms wrapped loosely around them, and you stare out into the quiet, your thoughts drifting aimlessly.

the sound of the door creaking open breaks the silence. you don’t turn, but you know it’s him before he even steps outside.

rafe lingers in the doorway for a moment. he looks down at the drink in his hand, his thumb brushing idly against the rim of the glass. then, without a word, he walks over and sits down beside you. the step creaks faintly under his weight as he sets his drink down beside him.

for a while, he doesn’t say anything. neither of you do. the silence isn’t comfortable, but it isn’t unbearable either—it’s just . . . there.

you keep your gaze fixed on the horizon, the faint outline of trees against the dark sky. rafe sits with his hands loosely clasped between his knees, his shoulders hunched slightly forward. the space between you feels like miles, even though he’s close enough that you can feel the faint warmth of him against the cold night air.

rafe breaks the quiet. his voice is low, almost tentative. “sorry about the, uh . . .” he gestures vaguely to his shirt, where the faintest stain from earlier is barely visible in the dim light.

it takes you a second to catch on, but then you remember: during dinner, his drink had tipped—his fault entirely—and splashed across the front of your sweater and slightly his own. there’s a faint smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

“don’t worry,” you say lightly, turning your gaze back to the houses across the lots. “you saved me from wearing that thing ever again. it was time to let it go.”

he huffs out a small laugh, looking down at his hands. “yeah, well. still.”

for a moment, it feels like the edges of the past have softened, like you’ve both stepped into some neutral ground where the weight of everything isn’t crushing you. but the moment doesn’t last. something itches at the back of your mind, a question you’ve thought about too many times to count but never dared to ask.

you turn your head slightly, just enough to face his direction, though your eyes stay fixed on the porch railing. your voice is quieter now, more careful. “why did you . . . ?”

you don’t finish the question. maybe you don’t know how to, or maybe you’re afraid of the answer. but rafe knows. he always does.

he exhales slowly, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “why did i what?”

“you know,” you murmur.

he’s quiet for a moment, and when he finally speaks, there’s a weariness in his voice that mirrors your own. “i guess, i didn’t know what else to do. after everything, i just—” he stops himself, shaking his head. “i thought maybe if i kept moving, kept doing . . . something, it’d feel less like everything was falling apart.”

you nod slowly. because you’d noticed, of course, the way he threw himself into everything—work, parties, anything to fill the spaces you used to occupy. you’d wondered if it was his way of coping or if it was just his way of running.

“and did it?” you ask, finally glancing at him.

he looks over at you, his blue eyes shadowed in the dim light. “did it what?”

“feel less like everything was falling apart.”

his lips press into a thin line, and he looks away, his gaze falling to the ground. “no,” he admits, so quietly you almost don’t hear it.

you nod again, your fingers picking idly at the hem of your new sweater. “me neither,” you say softly, the words slipping out before you can stop them.

he looks at you then, really looks at you, like he’s trying to read the things you’re not saying. but you don’t meet his gaze, keeping your focus on the dark horizon instead.

“i didn’t think you’d leave,” he says after a moment, his voice rough around the edges.

the words hit harder than you expect, even though you’ve thought about this moment a thousand times. “i didn’t think i would either,” you confess.

and there it is, the unspoken story between you—the weight of everything you’ve been through, the cracks and fractures that finally gave way. you don’t say any more, and neither does he.

so your hand moves before you even think about it, reaching across the space between you. his hand is resting on his thigh, fingers loosely curled, and you gently wrap your own fingers around the back of it, curling into his palm. you don’t say anything—there’s nothing to say, not really—but you squeeze once, firm enough to tell him without words that you’re here, that you’re still here, even if it doesn’t feel like enough.

he doesn’t look at you. his eyes stay fixed on the grass in the front yard. for a second, you think maybe he won’t respond, maybe he won’t let you in. but then his hand twitches beneath yours, his fingers shifting to squeeze back, just once. it’s a quiet thank you, a wordless acceptance of something neither of you can name.

you feel a lump rising in your throat, the vulnerability in his silence cutting through you in a way nothing else could. you know he doesn’t want to talk about it, so you say the first thing that comes to mind, something stupid, something that might make him laugh.

“i just, you know, didn’t think you’d ever play basketball with topper again,” you say, your voice light, almost teasing. “i mean, didn’t he break your nose last time?”

you glance at him, hoping for a smile, for something to break the tension. and for a second, you think it works. his lips twitch, the corner of his mouth lifting into a bitter smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. he just stares at the grass, his fingers tightening slightly around yours before letting go.

the silence stretches again, thicker this time, and when he finally speaks, his voice is low, almost a whisper. “you always have to get the last word, don’t you?”

your chest tightens, the words hitting harder than they should. it’s not just what he says—it’s how he says it. your expression hardens, the realization sinking in like a stone. he’s not talking about the joke. he’s talking about you. about this. about the way it all ended, the way you ended it.

the code you made up a year ago flashes in your mind, unbidden. you always have to get the last word. it was supposed to be a joke after that, a way to tease each other when you argued over stupid things, but now it feels like something else entirely. something sharp and unforgiving.

i love you.

you don’t say anything at first, the guilt settling heavy in your chest. you know he’s right. you know what he’s trying to say, even if he won’t come out and say it. but what can you do? what can you possibly say that will make any of this better?

finally, after what feels like forever, you whisper, “i know.”

you can’t bring yourself to look at him, but out of the corner of your eye, you see the way his jaw clenches, the way his head dips lower. the dim porch light catches on his face, and you realize his eyes are glossed over, though he doesn’t let a single tear fall.

he doesn’t look at you, and you don’t blame him. you can’t bring yourself to look at him either. you just sit there, side by side, the space between you feeling wider than ever.

[zero-in-kyoto]

please make headcannons about okarun as a boyfriend :3

GUYS OMG IM SO SORRYYYY

I’ve been so busy lately and I did get a lot of requests!! So I will be doing them asap, heheh!

(I got a lot for Takakura and Jiji so yeah those will be dropped soon!)

//———//

Tags: Lots of fluff, no use of Y/N or name, reader is just called “you”, suggested fem reader? (I can make another for male reader if asked!), mostly just focused on you two.

Okarun boyfriend headcanons

- He absolutely made the first move, but not on purpose at all.

- You were both fighting together and he ended up getting the wind knocked THE FUCK out of him, literally almost cried and said fuck this shit.

- Only jokes though, he would not actually leave.

- He would get up and continue trying to fight and attempt to protect you. All those times you were fighting together would resonate with him at this moment and he’d start going on a rant about how you make him feel.

- Him having a crush on you would be so obvious that it’s so hard to believe that he actually even like you and is trying to keep it secret.

- Will stare at you.

- Will continuously rant to you about sci-fy topics.

- Will insist on acting tough and like a gentleman to impress you. (He ends up looking really dumb but in a cute way)

- He would draw you a lot and one time you stumbled across a drawing and it was you as an alien and you genuinely didn’t know how to feel about it and he felt bad and felt scared to talk to you for the next few hours.

- He isn’t exactly the needy type, but after you get together he will need reassurance especially if you have close male friends.

- Absolutely hates being jealous in all senses but will absolutely fight for you if he feels the need.

- If you’re into stars and astrology type shit, he would make one of those solar system type projects for you but it would be so expertly made.

- As your boyfriend he would always want to get you little trinkets, like inexpensive things that remind him of you.

- If anyone talks shit about you, he will not tolerate it at all. You wouldn’t even have to tell him cause somehow he already knows. He’ll come out the shadow like he’s Batman ready to beat that ass up for justice.

- He would be more hesitant to let you get into dangerous type situations but he’s not controlling at all by any means, so he won’t stop you but will do what he can to help and protect you along the way.

-He would most likely not initiate a kiss first until like a bit into the relationship because he’d be worried about the timing but he’d gradually get more comfortable kissing and hugging you without asking if it’s alright like 1000000 times.

- if you go to school together, you would ask him for the homework answers and he’d be a smart ass and ask why you didn’t do it yourself. (He’d give them to you.

- Will get ALL UP in your ass (not literally. Not sus) if you aren’t taking care of yourself. He will scold you but his words most his words weigh heavy on your heart due to how concerned his voice will sound the whole time.

- One time he would stop wearing his glasses and when you ask about he would explain that he heard from one of your friends that you didn’t like boys with glasses. (SABOTAGING HOE👿.. GRRR)

- Probably wouldn’t really like PDA all that much but he would never be afraid of telling the whole world that you’re his lover and that he’s your boyfriend.

- If he found out anything other girls had a thing for him, he would immediately turn them down.

- He would NOT like his lover being jealous at all. Causing any pain to his partner physically or mentally would absolutely hurt.

- He would panic if you’re sick and try his best to take care of you.

- If you threw up in front of him, he would definitely throw up too.

- He will start to copy things you do and say after a while if you doing them without realizing and you ask him where he got it and he’d just say it’s something he picked up somewhere. (He doesn’t want you to think he’s making fun of you.)

- If yall were a meme, you’d be "I don't like them at all," Takakura says, then he suddenly tripped and fell to the ground, as multiple pictures of you fell out of his pockets. "Wait!" He cried out. "These aren't mine!"

- Would have a photo album of you both every time you went on any kind of adventure, all the pictures would be shitty and kind of blurred, but it’s definitely the thought that counts!!

ERM AND I THINKS THATS ALL FOR NOW. I MIGHT WRITE ANOTHER HEADCANON THINGY FOR HIM ANOTHER TIME IF YOU GUYS WANT!!

Tags: @taesy-miranda-lee @stefnarda

[romantic-ageru-yo]

One of my favourite little details in Super is the fact that whenever Krillin's about to Solar Flare they'll make sure 18's wearing sunglasses first or he'll shout her a warning, and that's cute because yeah, he doesn't want to impair his wife with his attack, but especially because... the Solar Flare is how Cell got her, the Solar Flare killed her, and so now anytime he's about to do it in her presence he makes sure she's protected from it, and that is adorably sweet and thoughtful and kind, he is so good to her omg

[lunar-solarsystem]

PLEASE IM OBSESSED WITH THIS JOKE AND THIS AU

Let’s see: Sun and Moon are vocalists, Lunar plays electric guitar, Earth plays keytar, and Nexus plays the drums…

And Solar gets a triangle! (A joke gift from Nexus when Solar was officially adopted because “All the royal siblings have an instrument”)

Whenever somebody, like a high status rich person, asks something like ‘if he’s REALLY a part of the royal siblings then where’s his instrument?’ He just pulls out his triangle, tired of hearing this question from rich people trying to invalidate his position in the royal family.

[goodolddumbbanana]

*SCREAMING* I NEVER WANT TO SLAM MY HEAD TO THE WALL MORE THAN AFTER SEEING THIS EPISODE*

A crazy serial Sun???! Is this my dream come true??? Omg this is the best day ever. I want to scream out of my lungs!!

Killer Sun is hot. I repeat, he is hot!!! I totally fell in love with him and will rant about him for a week!!!!

My god he kills Moons!!!! Ahhhhhh!

He likes a mix with pre!Ruin and Dark Sun!! And he likes Sun!!!!!

Okay, okay, I kinda ship them. Yep, I shamingly proudly say I kinda ship them.

The way Sun coldly said he will put an end for Killer Sun and the way Killer Sun is just replying back like, *Harder, daddy* is hilarious.

Seeing Sun have to deal with a cray cray version of Joker is hot. Like this Killer Sun clearly takes an interest in Sun, and we might see him a lot, especially the way he said he has spied on everyone.

And it seems like a lot of people from different dimensions take interest in Sun too, hehe, April will be chaotic, I bet.

I need to repeat, I love him. I love him so much. He is perfect. Omg. The way he noticed Moon freezing, the way he immediately acknowledged that Sun killed his Moon. Omg he is smart. And he killed Moons.

I guess that is the Sun Dark Sun didn't want to get involved.

And... This might be how Nexus gets revived... Maybe Killer Sun just takes interest in the situation and thinks what if I screwed things up a little bit, like he want to make Sun switch sides with him.

Because even though Dark Sun did have completely changed the way of Suns, a lot of Sun still hides away, we only see Sun and Cringe Sun get more aggressive and active in their life.

Like how Cringe Sun helped Solar and get Nexus back and how Sun actively killed his enemies.

Strange but very interesting...

I very much want to see more of Killer Sun

[sabrondabrainrot]

LMAO getting more caught up and I've noticed something interesting about Sun. A trend really

So I just finished the episode "Magic training begins! In VRchat" and his new teacher said they'd teach Sun how to pull magic from everywhere around him.

So he can eventually do magic without a mana pool.

This reminds me, that's exactly what he was taught to do with Star power. He pulls star power in from around him and he then proceeds to manipulate it etc etc.

Something else unique about him is he's Solar powered. One of the only ones implied to have Solar energy. It's why he's able to run on nothing. Why he can avoid charging for literal days on end.

I just want to point out Sun is setting himself up to basically have infinite power. He'll never run out of juice. He can now draw from infinite resources. Draw energy from the literal air around him.

Taurus met Sun and the first thing he noticed is Sun is wreathed in power. He pointed out he was radiating it. The sense I got he didn't even dislike it. What he did dislike was Sun teaching someone else how to use it who proceeded to misuse use it.

As we know, when the Creator wanted to kidnap Lunar it was to use him as a star power battery because unlike Sun who just draws on Star power (rarely tho because he can explode if he holds it too much) Lunar produces it and the Creator wanted that.

Just an interesting observation that Sun can tap into so many volatile power sources. They're all meant to corrupt too, but Sun managed to avoid that. He's this uncorruptible source of strength for the family etc.

I understand that for laes Rez/Res is probably going to move in and do things to Lunar and Earth soon, and they can corrupt things with their power.

🤨

Anyways, remember Dark Sun? Just Sun. He's also using power sources but doesn't show signs of being corrupted by it. He's actually going cross-dimensionsal and made the impossible possible (Omg Sun-core!) by absorbing Star Power in other dimensions. I think he's using the star power to feed his pet dragon but anyways.

Both he and Sun display a learned ability to sense star power and nsp. Sun knew when Nexus showed up in their house and D! Sun told Nexus when to purge his overabundance of nsp. But he also walked away because he mentioned he's basically drowning from the amount of nsp Nexus purged.

Sun also noticed the pressure Taurus exudes similarly to Lunar. So far they're the only two Taurus used his aura/pressure anime intimidation thing on.

Just a thing I noticed.