#SAVE ME SUNDAY

[lucasneate]

YALL SHUT THE FUCK UP OMG

[comesatimecomesashadow]

sunday's the type of guy to make you feel like you're taking the lead and making your own decisions except, he's been the one pulling strings in the background, but you'll never know that.

[solplease]

@aureoberlinerinn

stellaron hunter concept

[fairykazu]

reading fics want me to start writing again but next week is finals.

[fenkko]

WHEN I DIE I MAY NOT GO TO HEAVEN I DON'T KNOW IF THEY LET COWBOYS IN

[lizdive]

based off of the leaks where it looks like sunday has the astral express ticket on his clothes — ii.

When SUNDAY boarded the express, he was not surprised at the… less than friendly welcome. The tenseness that would follow him to every room and cart that had another occupant was one that he knew would not leave him alone for a long time. Nobody really wanted to interact with him too much.

Nobody but Pom Pom — which was expected since they were the conductor — and you.

For some reason, you tended to him like you both had been friends since childhood who had just reunited. You bought him new clothes with your own credits, you forced helped him to decorate his bland room, you snuck into the archives when Dan Heng was on a mission and let him look at all the data and information he could dream of.

And overtime, SUNDAY found himself subconsciously keeping either you near him or him near you. Mostly the latter. Your presence was like reassurance humanized. Most of SUNDAY’s time was spent with you, and during those times he noticed how you picked up on his habits and mannerisms and knew what each little details about him meant.

He didn’t know if you had picked them up since Penacony or if you were just very perceptive and fast. But your knowledge on SUNDAY proves useful whenever it comes to missions or just mundane activities on the express.

If he’s struggling against conversation, if he’s trying not to stress over something he had placed and couldn’t find, if he doesn’t like the food but was trying to be polite.

"I’ll be fine, I’ll have Sunday with me," You would say whenever you would go off on a mission, effectively dragging SUNDAY with you. You initially thought he was annoyed by it, but the small smile that blooms on his face, so genuine and thankful that you pick him as your partner for the mission, always made you discard that thought.

The halovian likes to think that actions speak louder than words, so he will thank you by making sure you’re protected. He knows he’s not the strongest person on the express, but he also isn’t the weakest. He almost ascended, he’s more than capable of protecting you should the mission take a less-than-pleasant turn.

When it’s just a nice stop at a planet to explore and look around, SUNDAY acts like a bird who has just left it’s cage. If he drags you around during the little sight-seeing journey, please don’t be upset. He’s just so intrigued by how different every planet is from Penacony. He’s read of some, yes, but it’s very different when it’s in real life.

It’s still very new for him to introduce himself as a nameless, so sometimes he might pause mid-introduction to stop himself from saying the incorrect title. If you introduce him, he’d appreciate it. Just until he’s used to it.

[softerhaze]

no, i'm not jealous of the simulated love between some pixels on my screen. why do u ask

[starlightfaerie777]

farming for sunday to distract myself from the fact im american and my rights are actively being threatened

[annqer]

show of admiration for the most handsome man in penacony~

[mooncrepes]

figuring out how to draw these two

[lucasneate]

im actually going insane HES REAL AND HES STUNNING

WE LOVE YOU SUNDAY

[yogorlhilanne]

Sunday ships.... save me Sunday ships....

[jgjuniper]

going back to my roots…

[boffix]

The art kicked in when the splatfest ended…

oh well here’s some yuri

[recareels]

hello good morning i cannot stop thinking about sunday’s defined jawline,,, daydreaming about stringing a garland of sweet, spit-slicked kisses along his jaw, leaving a messy lil trail of saliva petals stamped into his skin ( �� ˘ ³˘)੭‎°｡⋆♡‧₊˚ and then when you giggle after, admiring your work and pressing one last kiss to his chin, he shivers, the melody of your laughter airy and cool as it dances across his damp flesh ♡ a small, soft, lingering caress he will feel the ghost of for the rest of the day, keeping one corner of his mind on you at all times

so strong and sharp it could slice through granite (*ﾉωﾉ)

[faeofmoons]

OH MY DAYS.

i will be staring at this a normal amount. 🙏🏾🙏🏾

I love sunday so much I wish americans where real

another version I didn't like as much