#Sunny and M

[ori-anna-v-58008]

Every Morning After

(cw pain, blood)

She left you with almost nothing last night; you clung to her as long as she let you, but as a shadow leaves after the setting sun, she evacuated your quarters mere moments after piercing your neck and drinking until she was full and sick of your blood. You called out to her by name, over and over and over, words falling onto the deaf nothing of the world outside. You cursed the quiet, empty space beside you in bed, the one you kept in case she ever wanted to stay through the night with you. Not that she ever would. Instead, she disappeared for days, sometimes weeks at a time, and you'd never get a notice she'd be coming around.

The only thing able to rouse you from your painful respite is the aching memory in your neck. She was never far from your thoughts, but when you move and feel that searing passion, everything floods back. You forget yourself. For just a moment, you forget your pain; the association itself breeds momentarily endless pleasure as if you were still feeding her. You want to sustain her. You want to support her.

And that surge is enough to get you out of bed. Standing leaves your mind swirling and your legs shaking, and you reach for the cane beside your door. Your hand shakes as you grasp at it, and you just barely nudge it to clatter onto the floor. You do bend a handful of your vertebrae to pick it up, but the instant vertigo tells you that if you finish that lean, you won't be getting back up again. So you let it lie there, useless as your own legs. You swear she drank more than normal. You also know your own memory of every feeding is beyond hazy, and that she gets to do whatever she wants. She also gets to tell you to do anything; if you don't care for yourself, she won't come back. When that beautiful pain doesn't drag you out of bed, that ultimatum certainly will. You need to see her again as bad as she needs blood. You tell yourself it's equal, that she needs you as much as you need her - it makes you feel better, even if it's completely untrue.

You stagger to the kitchen, the countertops there your only support. The kettle feels so heavy you nearly drop it, but you manage to get it under the sink with a clatter - you know its base isn't able to shatter the ceramic plates you always leave over night. You've done it enough times. You grab the lever of the faucet, your blood pounding and rushing from your neck to your arm, and you can't close your hand around it. You see stars as you force it, your fingers closing with agonizing tension like forcing shut the jaws of a cardboard wrench.

Lifting it while it's even a bit full of water is nearly impossible. You rest it in an open palm and brace it against your chest, both of your hands rocking so much you spill some from the spout onto your bloodstained shirt. You do make it to the heating element, though, and force the switch on. You heave your breath, wishing you could lie down beside her, her firm touch the only thing keeping you alive.

She left a new box of tea right beside the heater, unopened. On the front was a sticky note, one taken from your own desk, with a little heart drawn on it.

"Enjoy every morning for me, Sunny.

-M"

You feel part of yourself trying to hate your new name, but it is impossibly weak. You have no idea what's in the tea - the note covers the ingredients. It's not like it matters; you would drink it if it were nothing but a bunch of hemlock if it meant another night with her. The box is difficult to open - she requires you keep your nails long, so you don't want to risk breaking them trying to pry the box apart. You have to use a knife, balanced so shoddily between your fingers it would've slipped without the friction of your fingerprints. You take one of the teabags - they were clearly made by M herself - and put it in your lightest mug.

When you pour the hot water in, you spill plenty onto the counters and some on the floor. You pretend you didn't singe your foot fucking it up. The water goes a deep brownish red as the mug fills, and the whole room smells fruity and dark like a chocolate strawberry. When you sip it… It tastes like her. It makes you feel like you can slump back, so you do, right onto the couch without a second thought. The sudden motion makes you spill more onto your bare leg, but another sip drains your focus into the liquid and before long, it's like you are made new. You swear that you can feel her near you, her arms wrapping around your midsection to bring your lower into your seat, her lips trailing sweet kisses from your cheeks to your neck, her hands down to your hips and up across your ribs…

But when you turn, you are as alone as you were minutes after she bit you. As alone as you were when you woke up this morning. It wasn't her bringing you into your comfort; it was your pain, the only companion you truly had, the only thing she would ever leave you with.

[weepingfireflies]

The amount of love and care within non-romantic relationships in "Welcome to Demon School, Iruma-kun!" gets to me so much. Yes, all the misfits like and want to spend time with each other. Yes, Iruma, Clara, and Azz love and support each other. Yes, Sullivan and Opera are Iruma's family. Yes, the teachers are dedicated to protecting and helping their students grow. Yes, the mentors want to do the same for their disciples, even nominating them over those in their own organizations. Yes, the misfits want to protect their underclassmen. Etc, etc...

[hello-there]

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[madmarchhare]

I love it! I love it so much! I love how Iruma is the princess, and how she plans out dates so seriously no matter the universe. She just falls for Iruma no matter what, which is understandable. I love her, I love him they are so sweet!!!!

[landlordspoison]

This came to me in a vision from God

This might be too specific to have broad appeal, but I do what I do in the name of science, not wealth or fame.

[t00thpasteface]

FIGHT LIKE A DOVE!

[kelpermoosee]

ROBOTS! LET’S GO ROBOTS! 🤖 (+ A lil Sunny)

[emoreooo]

it means everything yuri edition

[sanjisboyfie]

day in the life as a strawhat pirate

-> very messy, very cute, very fluffy.

-> i don't think any pronouns are used except for "you" but i had a male reader in mind when i was writing it...SHOUTOUT

you wake up - luffy's foot is in your mouth, but also at the same time, his other foot is wrapped around your legs??? he stretched in his sleep and has trapped you in some very odd body trap...it takes you yelling at him to even wake him up.

sanji is the first to wake up, usually, and when you get to the kitchen the breakfast is waiting for you. now you have to sleepily fight for your share of the food because luffy is hangry (his default mood when he wakes up is hangry because he hasn't eaten yet...since he just woke up...) and then also there are 9 other hands that are fiending for all the dishes on the table.

after surviving a war in the dining room, you hope to take some time to relax. but that doesn't exist on the thousand sunny since chopper and usopp are quick to get into their shenanigans. they call you over, wanting to show you a creation that the sniper made, only for you to get a pie of whip cream to the face. they called you over so that they could prank you and now were rolling on the deck laughing about it.

instead of skewering them alive, you decide to take the peaceful route in going to the bathroom to wash your face off. oh, but franky is already in the bathroom taking his morning shower.

you get a face full of cyborg and a very girlish scream escapes his mouth when he realizes that you are standing at the entrance, watching him sing into the shower bottles - naked and all. he then screams out for how he can get no privacy, but you're just too determined to clean your face of the whip cream that you don't really pay him any mind.

when you get out of the bathroom, now having peace in mind, there is a rabid sanji and zoro fighting each other. they're at each other's throats for whatver reason and when they catch you walking down the hallway, they involve you in their fight...for whatever reason.

they're asking you to take a side, who was right in their idiotic fight, but they're both shouting so loud and at the same time you can't even process what either of them are saying. you can only blanky stare back at them as their huffing and puffying to regain their breaths from their nonstop yelling.

and then their expressions go back to being angry, but not at each other - at you, for seemingly being too neutral and not staking a claim to one of their sides. it's all just their adrenaline ramped up to a thousand (even though it's barely been an hour since they've woken up) and now they're trying to make your reaction the same.

you can only sigh, shoving your palms into their faces, and making them clear a path for you to leave the hallway. this makes their bickering turn back to each other instead, their shouts echoing all over the thousand sunny.

just when you finally think, maybe robin or jinbe could offer you comfort in peace, no! brook and nami are actually fighting about something on deck. as you listen in you hear about how brook is the one stealing their undergarments at night - that's enough for you to step in and deal with the perverted skeleton. a punch to his skull is enough to knock some sense into him (nami laid out a couple of her own on his head before you arrived)

nami thanks you in a sigh of exasperation. she offers you a slice of the tnagerine she had peeled, which she gingerly feeds you when you accept. and her face mimics that of an angel, eyes closed as she smiles kindly at you...before she barks at brook to make up for his odd, perverted actions by playing her her favorite song.

and even though you do enjoy brook's violin playing, that is just not your definition of peace right now. maybe any other day, but just not right now.

so you go below deck and finally find your favorite people: robin and jinbe. you practically collapse on jinbe, murmuring about how tired you were despite the day just starting, and robin laughs at your fatigue. she begins to read aloud for the three of you whilst jinbe's hand comfortingly goes up and down your back. she looks at your figure, observing your peaceful expression, before fluidly going back to reading aloud the history book she picked up.

jinbe is laid out against the cushioned seats so really, he's acting as a big bed for you and you definitely do not pass up the chance to catch a quick cat nap. and hopefully this time when you wake up, your captain's foot won't be in your mouth <3

(tags are platonic - its just to reach the audiences)

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

During these trying times regarding Arcane's season 2, I come to you once again with a small offering.

Ta-dah! Our favorite divas, featuring Steph's unparalleled rizz and gossip hours after (or during) patrol.

Hey um- hey- hey- hey- hEY- HEY- HEY??? HEYYYYY????

I- I have literally no fucking words this is so so perfect, the way you draw Gwen OWNS MY FUCKING H E A R T. The detail of the coffee overflowing, the counter design, and paw print logo.

Then the DIALOGUE- I love you. The 4th wall break reference to the fic is amazing, and Steph calling Gwen "Doll" is now my new favorite flavor of brainrot and their date chapter has now RAPIDLY moved up my list of priorities.

Add on the font change and little heart with SPOILER its so campy and so so on brand for Steph i'm OBSESSED

SERIOUSLY THE AMOUNT OF TIME AND EFFORT AND PERSONAL DETAILS THAT HAVE GONE INTO THIS IS JUST FUCKING AMAZING AND I CANNOT GET OVER THIS

[clownsuu]

Heeeeyyyy You know what?

I LOVE FLUFFY ONES!!!!

btw, this is not an Oc, it's.. A Version of the discarded character from Welcome Home named Sunny

It's my version as a nun/monk

ALSO!! I draw ur version of Home and Sunny in the church confessional and and- DAMN IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL, JUST HERE TO SAY THAT UR DRAWINGS AND EVERYTHING CHARACTERS (Oc's) THAT U MADE ARE SO BEAUTIFUL, FOR LOVE OF GOD- I'm Ur fan- a big fan u guess- (sorry I'm nervous-)

EVEN MORE ROBBIE ROBS RUBS AUGHAUAHAHGH

[charilekellys]

IT'S ALWAYS SUNNY IN PHILADELPHIA 7.01 — franks pretty woman

[ori-anna-v-58008]

Another Time

I knew her showing up was the worst thing that could happen tonight. She never says when she'll stop by, and any pattern she leaves is completely unintended. If she was consistent, she told me, we might get complacent. Stop following her rules. Find little loopholes here and there, only tightening up when it was almost time for her to arrive.

And she was right. I wear the clothes, eat the food, drink the tea, and all the random absurd things she expects from me; I put my left sock, but my right shoe on first; I leave all of the doors in my apartment open; and when I reach for a hair tie, I do so by searching my front right pocket, not my wrist. I do all of this in the hope that I'll come up on the fucked up random number generator of pleasure she keeps at whatever place she calls home.

She did come tonight. Lucky me; I had no way to know I was still on her list after so many weeks until I heard her heels pounding on the roof outside my window. For her, it must be like some kind of combination of displays of affection and function. I can do the things she asks, even in her absence, regardless of whether or not the acts themselves matter.

The bite is supposed to make me complacent. Make me forget my minimal resistance. Present me with something so beautiful, so all-consuming I can't help but seek it no matter the consequence to my failing body and ruined social life. She tore me up and I thanked her. I thank her every single time, a reflex she built into me with a nod, a smile, and her arrogant hand.

But she hadn't visited in almost two months. Her hold slipped the tiniest bit; I'm a dog at the end of its leash, and I felt her finger slip. I follow her orders on routine these days, but that doesn't stop my mind from wandering. I use the empty minutes of my day watching my kettle boil to gaze longingly out my window, wondering what it might be like if I could stop waiting. If I could be free, if I could feel like my weak body was my own, that I could take any charge of it, like I could sleep without first staring at the ceiling in wait wondering, hoping, praying tonight would be the night I would feel something like love again.

When she arrived, I did not let her bite me. This huge revolution, this mortifying rebellion, the oppressed against her oppressor, was met with no fanfare. She scowled, muttered something about her schedule, and opened my window to a blast of cold from the outside that avoided her like a river courses round a smooth stone, shaped perfectly for its assault to no longer endure it.

"Another time, then," she said, and leapt like a dart into the night once more.

I felt my heart try to wrap around itself, a boa made its own constrictor, pulled out my ponytail, and stuffed the band that held it into my front right pocket.

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This work is part of a series. To read the first part, click here.

[dreamings-free]

Louis wearing Axel Arigato 'Drew' knitted vest with Casablanca Paris 'Tennis Club Icon Silk' shorts and Ray-Ban 'Hexagonal Flat Lenses' sunglasses at the Italian Grand Prix in Monza, Italy 1/9/24

via HLD Fashion

[madmarchhare]

I love that the student council is the gang! That's so amazing! Love seeing Johnny Senpai acting like a thug like he used to in the main series.

[todareistodo]

almost forgot to post this on here after tweeting about it BUT i wanted to share what my twitchcon badge looks like because i am so in love with it!!! i met some qsmp members and asked them if they could draw their eggies and guys.. i am OBSESSED. they're so cute 🥺🫶 i really wish i got to meet pac as well so i could've had a little richas but i sadly didn't meet him.. MAYBE NEXT TIME!! didn't even expect to meet baghera until she did an impromptu m&g at the twitch rivals arena lmao

[sadtrashking]

The world is her's!